"Old glasses clinking, and a new order's blinking, and I -I should be floating, but I'm weighted by thinking that I got on the river, really can't make it change, and the sky gets filled up too fast, and the taxi man's saying, "You betta give him your money; stop daydreaming, dude!" When the point of horizon is hiding from you, what would you want?"
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