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Man, you grew up and now
are getting fifty two
and got no California
as you wanted to.
Still working every day
to keep you buying shoes
and having nightmares
'bout dirty sport cars
bleeding horny girls
and a purple crying sun
Sorry, you can't back in time,
except in picture book
and it disgusts yourself.
But no, my friend, don't you shame
'cause you are just like me
and everybody else.
