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Tra la lee
Tra la lee
I'm dancing
in the moonlit night
but it's a spare the air day
So I guess a bonfire is out
stupid crescent moon
looking so god damn eternal
fuck you moon
haha
I'm not drunk you're drunk
I'm not as think as you drunk Iam
in the bosom of our nation
like the water pipes are made of lead
and centurions are scratching their sandaled feet
burnt and and stoned
smoking some shit ass kine bud
and wanting to kill a few Gauls
just for a good work out
we'll pour over the topo maps
in our LL Bean finery
smiling and applying sunblock
trying to decide which gadgets we should
bring with us
but old Tom only has his hammock and two burritos
and his pipe of many colors
I'm just now getting used to the idea