I will strike the chord
That's honey to your ears
All that's
I can't wait
To get out of here
I can't fake
Through this
I'm scared I might be burning out
Before you know it
Oh no, Andy's doin' time
Mike said his home school's fine
And
All I know
Is that this falling star will die
For a
You got me dreamin' in color
I refuse to think any
I got you
And that's enough
To get through
I found ways to
Here I go on a whim
Giving in to the pressure
These
You haven't said a single thing
The whole way home
The air
The world is drained, marked me like Cain.
Entered the fane
Is this real
I hope it ain't fake
Just a dream, don't
I remember the first time
That I met You
Everything that
Better get out it's a Hurricane
Oh a spinning sonic
Cheesy moon boy throw your space rocks all around.
Your
I wish that I was Floyd Cramer
I'd pound out
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