Here ya go, greedy guts!
When the topsy turning world takes a snowcone dive into a pool of stars.
The sleeper walks dreaming wide awake in the car.
Oh to seek the summer held in the island of liquid roses,
Waiting for a nightfall leap.
Stick me in a picture frame,
Hang me on the wall.
Ill be looking out,
While the world comes to a stall.
Look at us sitting here
there’s so much to it all.
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