I'm dreaming I won't leave you hanging
But sure I'll have you hanging
When the notes fail to male perfect sense
I can still love you
I can spill thoughts like a magician
Or a
Mathematician
Or a man who talks
And we're weary with memories
Send the stars to planet one
For I demand a show
The kind that makes me hate a man
And love him when j go
Take me to the mountains
I'm a soft touch
The rain comes down like bullets
And every round's a full situation.
And every problem's a table lost
Or a guitar solo.
And it is really not that bad.
No verses. Standard, now stop
An' take a beta-blocker to...
Take a bus down Garett Lane.
We're a blow.
I think I'll make this do.
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