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panacea

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drink my self into oblivion
a panacea for my life
can't stand the smell
of the hair of my dog
or my less than permanent wife

tryn' to see my way through
my way through the pea soup fog of life
sometimes a blind man
sometimes a mute
sometimes a scholar
suffering rebuke

someday when we wake up
from this less than awful dream
with the eyes of god
flirting with my soul
I can't reach the snooze button