On my leg I scratched out something like a silhoutte around the golden ten like lambs on my face Ive hidden away any embarrassment, away from my acuteness (I'm not sensing a thing)
I'm not sold on anything but half a dream
i see a blank notebook page and its my life and there is nothing I can think to write I fear the thought of symmetry
I hope you dont see a thing I said, smile through everyone you ever see
so what you gave him the time of day twist back (heaven knows it should be so easy) (dance around) honestly I give up and de robe right side falls
I owe you too
the right side because heaven looks greacefully on you.
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