Growing up.
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Here we are on an open road,
The trees are green and swaying.
Here we are on an open road,
I thank the breeze for staying.
For my backseat driver keeps tapping me,
And putting out his input.
With lack of a conclusion sleep is an allusion a simple no, will cause a minor heart contusion An ecstatic yes would give it a great resolution But this problem has no solution
This feels like ecstasy
You in the bed with me
