Well it’s been three months
while all the time pass
I’ve been
It’s quiet now,
white leaves are falling
I don’t dare
to question
Do you think of me?
well I pretend you do
I haven’t
I am a movement.
Fight for me,
believe in me,
spread me.
Realize not
I was walkin along the city streets,
clouds were forming.
It
Progress for progress' sake
doesn't make the world great
its
I'm packing my shit and leaving town for a while:
Trying
I'm looking in this mirror
staring at this thing tell me
"Everything
Ain't got me no friends,
ain't got me no home.
Lord knowns
Hey now,
when did all that pretty sunshine
find its
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