This City Called Earth - Blanket Statements

Where are the wrong smokes
That I asked from the convenient store of a market soon to cascade
I don't know where the punchline is
But I'm really feeling sleepless from the lack of foresight

All over the edge of the bottom of a Sarlacc Pit
Where the sun can't shine and there's creepers down below
What this was, I was on the way to a journey of mine, as it happened to go
What did I just say? Was it...

Written by:
Anthony Vargas

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