Willy Mason - Letter #1

I like to sleep
'Cause when I sleep
I dream of places I would be
If I weren’t here right now

Like underground
Hearing the sound that humans make
When they have things
That they cannot talk about

So they blow horns
In little clubs
With wine and cigarettes
That serve to hide the dirty forks

Written by:
WILLY MASON

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