And I'm frustrated with myself
But I can't change
I don't want
When I sail back home to you
I know exactly
I'm looking down
So come help me up
& Stumbling around
Trying to
You sure look pretty
I wish I had a song for
I don't care just where you go
As long, as long
I'll smoke me a cigarette
And turn into a world war
What if you found out that you weren't so nice
And
When am I supposed to say so long?
When am I
There's plenty of space to hang my stuff
But there's no
The grass & the daisies Think a lot more of
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