3 feet tall
With a head like a bowling ball
Cant get
Feel so straight, and look so slow
But just you wait
A strange arrangement of colours
You found your feet where you
From an ordinary house, in an ordinary road,
From an ordinary
and times move so fast, and now there does not
Along the avenue of hope
The footsteps falter, the fingers grope
and
She turns the blue sky black, I put her on
How long have you worn that dress
The colours shows all
Healers, dealer, skinflick traders, save my skin for later,
or else
Lights are shining all around this world
You want them all
Burnt my old place down
Sold the cinders to my council
Love, may have just come to bury me
But I'm not
You stand like a rock, on top of the mountain
Run
Woke up this morning
For someone to set you free
Turned round
Glad to see, Sad to say
And get my things and
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