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COWBOY COFFEE To put up with the output, I don't think about it. Hold on and hold out, or I'd be left out without it. Things better get better, I gotta get, thing's should get good, but they haven't yet. While these things keep bringing, and bringing me grief. I've got that one something, that still brings relief, cowboy coffee and chemical cream, ride, ride, ride on my stallion of green. Midnight flower, sleep in the flowers, and dream, hurricane, breakneck speed, rapid fire, dreams. It's not that it's boggin' or cloggin' my head, it's not that I'm swamped, buried under near dead, it's just the daily grind, to bring the daily bread. I wasn't born rich, I'm good looking instead, while these dailies dilly-dally, and I'm daily employed. I've got that daily something, that's daily enjoyed, cowboy coffee and chemical cream, ride, ride, ride on my stallion of green. Midnight flower, sleep in the flowers, and dream, hurricane, breakneck speed, rapid fire, dreams.
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