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I had bad dreams when I was young
you were in them all the time I hated you
you abandoned me I melted down like
black hot wax

needed novacaine
needed novacaine

I still rage the bastard son
and yes I blame you for what I've done
and though these dreams won't
dissipate I've struck a chord
between love and hate
without my novacaine
no more novacaine

©2014, Timothy James Swenson