I've a head like a firebomb,
And I'd just like some water to put it out.
Would that I could dance this jig,
you'd see I'm more than just this thing.
Though perhaps that's the problem.
My fuse is lit, now it's time to run.
I'm quickly running out of this beautiful,
entrancing hallucination.
When will I see you again?
When will I see you again?
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