From amongst the Adidas
Of the Forman Mills
In a moment of weakness
I called the one that I love still
I called but you couldn't hear me
You were getting on a train
You sounded so like yourself
You sounded so brave
And nothing was begetting nothing
I was fine this morning
Bullshit, nobody was fine this morning
I know I can't play you
Cool as a cucumber
I wouldn't want to try and play you
Hell, I know you got my number
I'm still operating
On some major misconceptions
You said my soul was needing
Major reflection
But I'm busy this afternoon
Getting crunched by hyenas
I was free this morning
Like free willy

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