The crazes of mazes,
Leave wealth on the brain
As tickling thoughts,
Trickle down through the veins.
Burning, yet yearning,
You drop by your soul.
And pass 'round some nickles,
And spread 'round some joy.
Leave wealth on the brain
As tickling thoughts,
Trickle down through the veins.
Burning, yet yearning,
You drop by your soul.
And pass 'round some nickles,
And spread 'round some joy.
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