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When does the smoke clear,when can I reach up from my grave,
actually I just stubbed my toe, and I need to watch the Aristocats,
because everybody wants to be an Aristocat, right?

Well where do I fit in such a puzzle, life has so many missing pieces,
the journey is to find each and every perfect fit,
I'm busy peeling off the leaf of the piece, rolling it up tight and right,
smokin it tonight alright, phone dies and thats alright tonight,
rolled a 7, but it sent me straight to jail,
kept rolling straight 7's, luckiest time in my life,
but I need a twin of any number to leave this prison,
longest time with a 7, finally think in 4's,
roll two 2's and the bars slide open towards open road,
why do you do what you do to me?

Why do you wish for me to be my 9th grade self, instead of me in the present,
well that was all you had to say,
brought that old dog out back to set him free of his torture,
adopted a puppy with white smooth fur.