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Turning towards a time so free
Justice has finally escaped
The dripping words of yesterday
Set my feeble mind astray

I yearn to see
The glow of her eyes as I appear
A sign of satisfaction
Could be the sweetest sound
The staircase has one too many steps
I've already started back down
Come on

I love the caterpillars
Munching on the leaves
Pitter patter
Makes me forget my disease
Bugs have feelers just like me
And I'm feelin' oh so lonely

Disturbed in every sense of grace
The lady wouldn't give me a taste
Of the joy that means that much
It lives within her touch

Why won't you be my friend
I would love to hold you tonight
Even if we just pretend
Why won't you be my friend
Why

Why won't you be my friend
I would love to hold you tonight
Even if we just pretend
Why won't you be my friend
Be my friend

I'd love to meet the one
Who broke my heart
I know she'd melt me with her dance
Her subtle colors, her sweet smile
But it's a shame
She'll never get that chance
Turning towards a time so free   Justice has finally escaped   The dripping words of yesterday   Set my feeble mind astray      I yearn to see   The glow of her eyes as I appear   A sign of satisfaction   Could be the sweetest sound   The staircase has one too many steps   I've already started back down   Come on      I love the caterpillars   Munching on the leaves   Pitter patter   Makes me forget my disease   Bugs have feelers just like me   And I'm feelin' oh so lonely      Disturbed in every sense of grace   The lady wouldn't give me a taste   Of the joy that means that much   It lives within her touch      Why won't you be my friend   I would love to hold you tonight   Even if we just pretend   Why won't you be my friend   Why      Why won't you be my friend   I would love to hold you tonight   Even if we just pretend   Why won't you be my friend   Be my friend      I'd love to meet the one   Who broke my heart   I know she'd melt me with her dance   Her subtle colors, her sweet smile   But it's a shame   She'll never get that chance