And, and if, and but, I wish,
I'm real, famished, so help me out,
I'm down, and out, in debt,
No doubt the happy sound of a spiral
And spinning and grinding and winding
As it takes me to a place
of where I'm wallowing down
Of losing and winning, I frolic
I'm sinning with the happy
what I miss could help me out
but I wish upon some clouds
Hey, hey, nipped in the butt
with an attitude of magnitude,
my world's a cheshire cat
And taking the place of a wonderful face
is a task impossible to make,
that's a task impossible to make.
In and in, but I wish what I miss
what I wish upon some cloud
In and in, but I wish what I miss
And it is what I miss, what I wish,
but Mitch don't help me out
I'm down and out and dead, no doubt
The happy sound of Quantsum Cloud
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