Time to camp, through the night, in the cold
we read the notes
of woe is us
to sit and read
oh hell, i wish i could see
the beach ocean and sea
id be chilling in the sand
with a coke in my hand
kicking back and saying hell
this is what iv been needing
but alas woe is me
to snap back to reality
and see numbers and say
fuck its thee
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