tudei i dreamt of pink skies
and stills
priests on bikes
sour pills

a bucket of water
fried chicken in curry
forgotten letters
mailmen in a hurry

new-old tv
and late-night shows
feeling kinda sleepy
still waiting for that boy

be there but you'll never will
ask me and i fly i will
mybe we should ride the bus
dont hv to worry bout the cost
we might need to steal those sugars cubes
and the milk
see if it'll make you tick
you prick

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