Make something great, I hope. :) I work hard, but I wish I could play this dope. Life moves in strange ways, I follow the tale of prose like a trail of coke, yet stray on notes that sway like palm trees - take me out on a great safari by a calm sea.
For a moment, it lets you escape this hoax: social slavery railed under a veil of smoke, I don't notice what bars I break, suddenly I'm far away, on a coast under the stars of fate. Wherever this road goes, and however fast we race, nothing can erase: these vast summer days. Good music.
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