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In my past I envisioned the stars resisting prison bars
Contemplate the great escape plus a mission to Mars
Cause when that copper shut the door on the cell
I would sit there till the morning had fell
I would rhyme in the corridors and corners of [bad word] I was mad you could normally tell
I fell down the strawberry well
Unabsorbed by the ordinary world
I would have to take at least two trips through the strawberry fields
But there were two paths and one where you could surely be killed
Then began to begin feeling poorly and ill
Those before me, the ones who would normally chill
Were scoring more pills than squallers in Sao Paulo Brazil
Cause acid days, crashing waves, a fascinating phase
That was massive in his day like Ronnie and Reggie Kray
But time passed on its merrily way
And now I look back through memory lane
At the pleasure and pain and I never do it ever again
No I never do it ever again
Now I look back through memory lane
At the pleasure and pain and I never do it ever again
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I drank the cup till I sobered up
I wrote a fresh new verse and my mind opened up
I focused up toward the sun and I soaked it up
Memories smoke and dust, there’s hope for us