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letra de a tavern poem, passed from mouth to mouth - wilder maker

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[verse 1]
the model perched on the bar
floats in the eyes of all those dilettantes
out on her break she stands and vapes
the powder on her face revealed in gold

[chorus]
i’m a little wasted on a dream
i’m a little wasted on a dream

[verse 2]
sick shine under her cool gray eyes
like sleep’s an old friend she doesn’t call
she came here for a slantwise famе
with a meaning so sure n0body knows
what it means at all

[verse 3]
shе says i don’t have to follow any little rules
i just begin where i begin
and i die where my boots are

[chorus]
i’m a little wasted on a dream
i’m a little wasted on a dream
i’m a little wasted on a dream

- wilder maker

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