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    I ran down the road, pants down to my knees
    Screaming "please come help me, that Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me!"
    And I'm writing a novel because it's never been done before
    First house that I saw I wrote house up on the door
    And told the people who lived there they had to get out "cause my reality is realer than yours"
    And there's no time for the present
    And there's a black dog on the bed
    I went to the backyard to burn my only clothes
    And the dog ran out and said "you can't turn nothing into nothing is with me no more"
    Well I'm no doctor but that monkey might be right
    And if he is I'll be walking him my whole life
    I rode to Malibu on a dune buggy with Neil
    He said "you're gonna have to drive me down on the beach if you ever want to write the real"
    And I said "I'm sorry, young man what is your name again?"
    Now everywhere I go in West Hollywood
    It's filled with people pretending they don't see the actress and the actress wishing that they could
    We could do ayahuasca
    Baby if I wasn't holding all these drinks
    Something 'bout the way Violet whips her hair
    That makes me empty my pockets on the corner to corner bumming twenties as if I was the mayor
    I don't need any new friends, Momma
    But I could really use something to do
    So if you're up for it sometimes
    I swear you wouldn't have to be my muse
    Heidegger and Sartre, drinking poppy tea
    I could've sworn last night I passed out in my van and now these guys are pouring one for me
    I'll never leave the canyon 'cause I'm surrounded on all sides
    By people writing novels and living on amusement rides

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