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Happy Tomorrow's drifting, eyelids lifting,
Hard to dodge the blame you're shifting.
It's a problem, my head's wobblin,
Nothing's left but your heart's throbbin.
King of everything I may be,
Think it might be ok, maybe?
Heavy burdens heard your hurtins,
All is vague behind the curtains.
Time has bent her trippy temper,
I can't face her, hiding's simpler.
Meanwhile, while he's laying tile,
Oak and vinyl over denial.
Krack the curtain, crack a smile.
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- Lo Ruhamah
