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She closed her eyes and in ten seconds flat she was daydreaming as usual The goofy clock on her night table read six-thirty-seven, she opened her eyes, I'm late she said bye, dad. She slammed the front door She stood on the sidewalk and stuck out her thumb A trucker stopped, he seemed friendly enough but he went on asking questions. Do you have a boyfriend? He leered at one point look, I'm on acid, So leave me alone, all right? That shut him up She hallucinated in peace Something fantastic is going to happen, I don't think it's up to me She kept confusing the windows and paintings It's about time she though. Something fantastic is going to happen, I don't think it's up to me She kept confusing the windows and paintings It's about time she though. Something fantastic is going to happen, I don't think it's up to me She kept confusing the windows and paintings It's about time she though. (Thanks to Apudica_Faziosa for these lyrics) From Letras Mania