danistrulytheman

I'm STILL a self confessing, self professing know-it-all, or so I think!


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I’m all out of hope, one more bad dream could bring a fall

When you hear the music you make a dip
Into someone else’s pocket then make a slip
Steal a car and go to Las Vegas oh, the gigolo pool

I’m on a bus on a psychedelic trip
Reading murder books tryin’ to stay hip

Got no human grace your eyes without a face
Such a human waste your eyes without a face
And now it’s getting worse