Dreams of today seem lame
Not that way honest
Yet the mountain is sinking
I am wading through what's left
I hold my secret clues
Your spinning around me
Which means you've lost
Maybe a long time ago
Puzzles run you think
And they do,
Emitting quite a stink!
Not that way honest
Yet the mountain is sinking
I am wading through what's left
I hold my secret clues
Your spinning around me
Which means you've lost
Maybe a long time ago
Puzzles run you think
And they do,
Emitting quite a stink!
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