Was I asleep? Did I even leave Michael's bed?
Little ballerina's dancing to Frozen in my bar.
Helpless to it, unable to move or fight it.
Then I call and call, but even though I am only next door, and I have the keys, I keep calling with no answer.
Like a nightmare where I just can't scream.
Am I awake? Did I even sleep?
Last night I was ___________ in a 69 Ltd Ford in front of the Philadelphia Museum of Art, but did that even happen?
Was it real?
Am I actually liquidating a hotel in Atlantic City or is this a dream?
Did I make it up?
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