In the midst of my sleep there's a rumbling
and from out of my dreams I come tumbling
pants before shoes or I'm fumbling
to chase the enchanted caffiene
Two dollars in pocket is humbling
it's no wonder I'm walking and mumbling
sometimes it's an audible grumbling
as I chase the enchanted caffiene
A warm cup in hands that are trembling
to the counter for quicktime assembling
until drunk it's not even worth mentioning
I've found the enchanted caffeine
Away all you yuppies ...
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Fri, June 2, 2006 - 9:32 PM
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