The nightmare comes after the dream
And then the dream returns
Hop on hop off
No amount of rain
Can wash away this filth
The filth of millions of friends
And millions of dogs of friends
And tens of millions of dogs of friends shits
Bathing at the bottom of the well
A single orange balloon
Tied to my wrist
Tight rope walker
Stretching across the sky
Home is where you hang
A beautiful black bird
Feasts upon something dead
By the side of the road
Coming up for air
Your ad here
Let’s ride this rainbow
Into a positive millennium
Breakup sex marriage
Let’s see how it feels
To feel good for a while
Let’s feel more
More than a feeling
There is no divot replacing
There are moles in one
There are no holes
no right time weong time
There is only somewhere else
And that’s not here
Here there is love
That’s the shit.
Schwervon! 
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