Looking At The World From The Bottom Of A Well

That Cuban girl That brought me low She had that skin so fine and red lips rose-like now Her mouth was wide And sweet as well And now relentless hours of dreaming up her smell And I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well Lonely And the only way to beat it is to bat it down Oh all the days That I have run I sought to lose that cloud that's blacking out the sun My train will come Some one day soon And when it comes I'll ride it bound from night to noon Aimless days, uncool ways of decathecting Painless phase, blacked out thoughts you be rejecting

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