This is torture at it's finest state my blankets
are warm and there's too much on my plate I feel
happy I feel dull the fireplace is glowing my
wineglass is always full fix your hair I think I
will sleep under the stars tonight take a walk
take a trip take a stand with me the air's much
better when you can breathe the sky's more blue
when you can see I feel happy I feel content lying
on a rock sleeping in a tent one thing I regret is
not
bringing me TV set not to watch or admire but to
throw in my dying fire I think this spot will do
this is omnipresence in its priest form I've got
everything I need right here I thought I had it
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