I run out my morning but the clock was still
Turned out some hours to waste my time
I keep myself writing a thin song
I fathom my head and it slipped my mind
It's worse than your feeling
(More scarce a famine)
When you hear your old dream they dared to see
(More lost a dream)
I remain dreaming
(More slippery a salmon)
'Til you see animals walk me
I am my own, walkin' me
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