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Bad Trip

I was walking down the alley and looking for a loo

When I tripped over my shadow and stumbled on you

I thought you were an angel in that white and yellow hue

When they said you were a devil I just said it wasn’t true

Little white powder that can take away the blues

What’s the catch ? To sell my soul ? That’s all I have to do ?

Went to do a bump but instead I did two

Didn’t know the difference when out the window I flew

Landed on the moon where the cows didn’t moo

Looking down on earth, like man, what a lovely view

Then the rain started falling and the storm was washing through

And I was sitting in this tree when suddenly it just grew

I was so high in the sky that the wind just barely blew

Went to bite a bird but alas I couldn’t chew

Figured I’ll just save it and later make a stew

Looked down at the ground and saw I lost a shoe

Reached so I could get it but fell and landed in the dew

Closed my eyes then ended up in a room white and blue

Cuddled in the blankets laying next to who ?

Maybe it was just a dream, maybe it was a few

Every time it happens I swear it’s brand new

And only when it’s over do I think I have a clue

Eventually I stopped, but I didn’t want to

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