E Juan, hungover again? Coffee? Shit! Gin? Again? Then make a gin again and again One for you one for your friend (that's me) Just don't give me shit about bitches or that bitch that we're in Just you and me and this tree That makes three of us with no fucking memories Smell the coffee? The gin? The burning tree? Hear the bicycle of the newspaper boy? That's the newspaper GIRL Riding the probable to possible She sees seas, night beaches Flows of heart dreams From suns and the suns Growing under the sun that's just coming up Like the coffee the tree and again the gin E Juan, hungover again? Just you and me the tree and the gin Freestyling into the sun Shaded unfadeable dancing the dance Wording unwordable With no memories of the fragrance ...of the Red Queen...? (Damn!)
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