perdi o controle (again)

sitting in a pill of wood watching hills get greener and greener in the wind
which blows my odd hair to the haze
the haze of hydro in my head
which tells me all the time to sit in a pill of wood
and try not to think about anything else cause everything is just so dehydroed

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