Look for me to climb fallen trees in
Yellow summer.
Look for me in wide falling fields
Of bohemia.
All awake,
With a heavy hand holding me down I stay
All awake,
In the only fear of falling hall of fame
We're all awake.

Under the weight,
Eleven ways
Why you never fall to pieces
You can't carry.
We're all awake,
And looking for ways
to save your self-love.

Looking to define masturbation
Using colours.
Looking for a ride to a place
Where everyone was friends.
All awake with an energy,
A hustle and a fade.
All awake
In the hell of free electric salad days,
They fall away

When the money's in your hand,
When smaller men feel broken,
When Chet is singing "Let's get lost."
It's time to shut your mouth...
SHUT YOUR MOUTH!

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