Lyrics:
Never take them for granted,
Smelling salts sold to phantoms.
Livid in a stately green,
Smoking like Stacker Lee.
Down to gather tiny leaves,
Heliocentric mental heat.
Sunlit eyes turning blue,
Paler than the frozen dew.
Mention him and fall asleep now.
yes, you, too.
A call to finders' keepers,
peeking out from beyond the pale.
Slender blinds crafted by years,
of failure and fines.
Shifting gears to retire,
from old ways so tired, tried and true.
And true and to life, cheers.
Only cheers from here.
Never took them for granted,
Smelling salts sold to phantoms.

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