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I blinked and I was 25 In a motel in Bozeman, Montana, eating kratom With Dave Funny thing about feelings is They like to surf The pain comes in waves I was a cosmic American With an AM station for a brain Cigarette stains, looking for a match And it was then and only then I realized There's a list of things I can do And an even bigger one Of things I can't Bright as a cup of coffee in America You're a masterpiece I was tooting my horn, feeling forlorn Low down as I could be There's wild onions, honey Wild moss on the logs Nothing really dies down here, does it? It just goes where it belongs Come to my side, we got hot dogs Letras de cancionesAnd we keep all our promises You got your mama's Honda Your daddy's jaundice Never really kept you from being honest, baby Don't be scared of nothing I sighed and I was 19 with face paint Self-inflicted wound, half-pack of "Pall Mall"s With Linda, sweet Linda Alan fifty watt amp subconscious In a limestone cave with a flashlight Looking for the window I was beating my drum for my lost son In the desert "Jesu Joy of Man's Desire" It's dry in there I was a veteran of an imaginary war Still sore, I think part of me died in there Bright as a cup of coffee in America You're a masterpiece I was tooting my horn, feeling forlorn Low down as I could be There's wild onions, honey Living moss on the logs Nothing really dies down here, does it? It just goes where it belongs Come to my side, we got hot dogs And we keep all our promises You got your mama's Honda Your daddy's jaundice Never really kept you from being honest, baby Don't be scared of nothing I met a fellow traveler on the trail All's well that ends well, say farewell to Orwell We were shruggin' All the skeptical monks in their swimmin' trunks Doing big slam dunks, I got 'em all to make up They were huggin' Ya had your corvette visions with low ambitions In that quonset hut you lived in Downstream And you reached yer zen; but the mine caved in And the insurance ain't gonna cover All them dreams Bright as a cup of coffee in America You're a masterpiece I was tooting my horn, feeling forlorn Low down as I could be There's wild onions, honey Living moss on the logs Nothing really dies down here, does it? It just goes where it belongs Come to my side, we got hot dogs And we keep all our promises You got your mama's Honda Your daddy's jaundice Never really kept you from being honest, baby Don't be scared of nothing From Letras Mania