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Stoned, and I give in.
Stoned on the silver screen.
The strings that we live in,
Are always pulling up and down
It seems.

Poor Judy,
Stoned and I give in,
Comes tapping,
At my walls again.
Exacting
As an old friend.
Calling out.

Poor Judy,
Gets a lot of this:
"Take these bitter leaves from my windowsill".

Cursing, bodybound,
Sprints through the forest singing:

"Death is a train that cuts through state lines
A view is the offering.
It′s never too late to give up your seat
Don't worry."

Poor Judy
Still the oncoming rain.
Till the drink′s gone,
Still the pain.
Still the offer there,
The mess you've been living.
Oh what an awful sight.
You're not gonna beat this train.
Stoned and I give in,
No one ever beats this train.
No one ever did.
It′s bigger than us.

Stoned, and I give in.
Stoned on the silver screen.
The strings that we live in,
Are always pulling up and down
On me.
Poor Judy.

"Death is a train that cuts through state lines
A view is the offering.
It′s never too late to give up your seat
Don't worry."

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