I dreamed I was in a storage locker
At a storage site of dreams
You know one of those places
Where they give you a space
The size of a prison cell to stack
The boxes of dreams you couldn't sell
Too good to throw or give away
It's silly of us to keep them
Piled bodies sleeping in the dark
To throw good money at the dust
So old I don't remember what they are
But in this dream I was just here
To pay the bill and ask
For a new key and lock
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