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Cubscouts are screaming
Needing ice-creaming and all the pleasures of June
I'm in a parked car
Flowers seem friendly and people in hallways feel walls
Now it is night time
Maybe we're cruising, avoiding the anti-cruise
I don't really know where we are
If things get real, promise to take me somewhere else
By the time fear takes me over
Will we still be rolling?
Feeling oblivion
Once in a while now
A lie in a laughter can burn through the hole in my ears
Like a man with glasses
Catching a sunbeam and burning the skin of a kid
Hypereal fragments
Disturbing the stagnants of almighty fear
I'll just go under the water
If things get real, promise to take me somewhere else
By the time fear takes me over
We still be rolling
Feeling oblivion
Don't leave me
Here on my own
Don't leave me
Here on my own
If things get real, promise to take me somewhere else
By the time fear takes me over
We still be rolling
Feeling oblivion
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