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 One Flower Under A L.A. Freeway

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If I could only sleep!

All I hear is a scream at the top of my hair

My head is open like a sun roof
And I feel like I am on a deck waiting for warmth to pour into it

Bathe me to sleep

I want to make love in this night sun.







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