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Come back as a dream,
With death draped on your eyes,
Hipster burning that ancient static television,
And screaming odes of pure sex, and freedom,
And losing freedom in a trash can outside griffith park,
Junkies striving for salvation in a bed of needles,
Ah what cosmic vibrations coming from the stars,
Exploding words tear me up from the seams of religion,
Fruits sold to young men for a lifestyle the did not chose,
Young women in control of the minds of the music,
Come back as death draped in dreams.
This might not make sense since it just came out of my head.
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