Long Way Down
Long Way Down — I Rubbed My Eyes
I RUBBED MY EYES
over and over and over and over again,
trippin’.
Never smoked or nothing like that.
Don’t know high life.
Don’t know bad trips.
Don’t no dead man
supposed to be talking to me, though.
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