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Sometimes I really wonder

When I sit under the thunder

What are they thinking

Do they think I've been drinking

I feel so high around sometimes

My words come out in stupid rhymes

So I was hyper today

I chased all my blues away

Somehow everything made sense

Next moves almost had suspense

Not really, but who cares in the end

My actions I did not have to defend

What were you thinking when

Some strange things began to happen

I wonder if it is what is inside all of your minds

I wonder if what you tell me is all lines

I don't care anymore

Don't tell me all your folklore

I am happy and I can be me

That is something even you can't be

So don't say anything against it

This was all just something I writ

When something made sense

And not so very dense.