Take a look at the people sitting on this train
cigerrates are memories
smoke them away
I aint got no kind of future
I aint got no past
I dont spend time on tomorow
this day might not last
believe in the flowers talking amongst your hair
listen to them saying,
"we grow when we sit
on the mad hatters chair"
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