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Boy starts to feel real to himself again
All his daily doses keep glaucoma from his way
And yes he did, oh
It lets him see his way
And yes he did, oh

A hundred square floor and a tele' and a chair
I don’t mind the smokin'
Cause there's no one here to care
And yes indeed, oh
There’s no one here to care
And yes indeed, oh

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