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I ran down the road, pants down to my knees, screaming please come help me that Canadian
shaman gave a little too much to me
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and I'm writing a novel, cause it's never been done before
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First house that I saw, I wrote house up on the door, and told the people who lived
there you have to get out cause my reality is realer than yours
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ya there's no time in the present. and there's a black dog on the bed
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Went to the backyard, to burn my only clothes, and then the dog ran out he said you
can't turn nothing into nothing this would be no more
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and I'm no doctor, but that monkey might be right
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and if he is, then I'll be walking him my whole life
Drove to Malibu, on a dune buggy with Neil, he said you're gonna have to drive me out on
the beach if you ever wanna write for real
and I said I'm sorry, young man what was your name again?
Everywhere I go in West Hollywood, it's filled with people pretending they don't see the
actress and the actress wishing that they would
we could do ayawaska, baby if I wasn't holding all these drinks
Something bout the way, Violet whips her hair makes me empty my pockets, I'm cutting the
corners, bumming twenties as if I was the mayor
I don't need any new friends, but I could really use something to do
so if you're up for it sometime, I swear you wouldn't have to be my muse
Heidegger and Sartre, drinking poppy tea, I could have sworn last night I passed out in
my van and now these guys are pouring one for me
I'll never leave the canyon, cause I'm surrounded on all sides
by people writing novels, and living on amusement rides
