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NOVEMBER 20,1993
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Standing in the desert
with hands held high
I pray to the light
Blazing across the sky
Hello God
It's me
Is that you behind that light
I see
Have you come to take
me home
please answer
I'm scared,I'm alone
With a flash of lightening
I'm thrown down
as a giant hand
lift's me from the ground
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Waking,I hope I'm with
a freind
Only to open my eyes
to LITTLE GREEN MEN
Answering questions
of the human race
I'm forced to stare
Into his distorted face
Restrained on a table
with a light in my eyes
and two foot long needles
in each of my thighs
Test after test
hoping for any kind of end
Just so I no longer
see little green men
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Then I awake
I'm lying on the ground
I haven't moved an inch
and no one's around
Did I just dream
up the Little Green Men
And if so I hope
I never dream again
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