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Back on the couch,lost in the purple haze

my body is lifeless,my mind in a daze

the paper on the table has been blank for days

my guitar layed with dust,get out of this rut I must

can't let her get the best of me

but it seems she got in my soul and my money

used and abused...fuck all the "I love you"'s

always knew none of your shit was true

Peace is what I desire

Without spiritual fuel,I have no fire

leave my body there and take my soul

to the underworld and sit me with the poets and prophets

so I may learn and I may profit[in knowledge]

then take me back to my grave

and give me the pen and paper I crave

throw off my chains no longer the slave

and may I put on parchment my plea

once was dead...now I am free