Look at me, look at me, look at me look
Spouting words like a syllable fountain
A fishing line in your brain with a hook
Take you all the way back up the mountain.
It's Gauguin, Monet, Manet and Matisse
Pick up a pen and just let it all flow,
I don't care much, call the culture police
Just start and don't know where I'm gonna go.
Head in the clouds so I'm not in a rut
Can't really think when I'm mindful of dreams
Some of them paste, but some of them still cut
If dreaming is real it's not what it seems
Look look look look, look look look, look at me
Spouting out words that no-one's gonna see.
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