Don t give me vivid in some yester body selling days ?

Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time

Or d ya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wine

Same faces broken homes

Those memories have fled

All tears within me now are dormant or dead

My viens are bursting with a thirst that you cannot ignore

Alright eureka s pile

Now my saviouror my whore

There s a lot that they don t mind when things aren t what they seem

I always wake up baby cos i always wake up me

My life may ain t come to much

Ignore my history

Least my eureka pile can see some way i feel

Ain t the way i see 2

My eureka pile and me.

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