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Dill Pickles (How Your Hot Dog Should Never Be Alone)
Seven minutes ago
I thought I had a clue
But those seven minutes have gone by
Leaving me lost not knowing what to do
You raise me up
We soar o'er those amber waves of grain
On top of your golden wings of ecstasy
Then you change your mind and let me fall
Here I come, purple mountains majesty
I wanna say I've actually fallen into freedom
But everything thing still leaves me without
For being free, I was better off
Being cared for, not forgotten about
So I sit hear in a glistening forest
The world I'm in shimmers so bright
But at 1 in the morning, with nothing to do
Maybe I should just sleep tonight
