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Burning Blankets

               Waking up in the subdivision of life worried about everything like a mouse in a maze

stuck in the rotation

stuck in a haze

the dollar haunts us

holds us to to a flame

burning us in blankets

holding our name

keeping us under

the hands of the rich

making us wonder

if the bucks worth the itch

when the smile of a child

keeps our head in the now

and they show us theres more

to the moment than cash

then why do we need it

to make sure we can last

lets walk through the trees

and smile on the flowers

watch the dance of the bees

and hold on for hours

lets lay in the garden

lets smile with the sun

lets thrown off the burning blankets

of the dollar

we've won