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You play me like a yoyo
Back and forth
Up and down
Tossed away for another time, another day
 
Now is not convenient for you
 
There are things to be done
Words to be written
Shrooms to be pickin’
Walls to be kickin’
 
I get so high, I think this time maybe I’ll reach your hand
But the drop is sudden
Unexpected but not surprising
Nothing.
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