I walked under the sun
The sun was hot
That didn't bother me
I say the song that I hardly knew
Each word sounding just as misplaced as the other
But I didn't care, I was killing it
The insects, birds and pass-Byers
They were my audience
The imaginary voices gave me hipe!
I soon forgot them when I started to get sense knocked into me
Left, right and center
Without warning
I forgot the song that once I preached


Now I just remember how much the sun bothers me
And how I miss my hipe friends

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