Rerail this epic mess I made
cook up some brick stew lemonade
dig deep must be a pony in there
a lump of gold fall out my ratted hair
I think I’m not having fun now
five hours of staring at the sun now
these spots I’m seeing can’t be right
a little blindness gonna kill my fight
well that’s no good start boyo
give me a little time I implore you
start out some new hard ramp
someday I’ll earn your precious stamp
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