I've always been afraid of babies
That's my truth to tell
Always
Untrained you never shut up
Needs keep you empty
Freedom spins you
I've got a fantasy
It might not go away
It has to
A place to go
A reason to pose
Cuz struttings fun
Feeling like
Here's the truth
The light dulls in my eyes
The limited mind
look at you hide behind your sweater
what I want to
Here's a song I sang a couple of years earlier.
It
I know you've given all that you could give
I'm not so embaressed
Stupid boy, the meanest critical life
Together let
Getting back to the natural nature
This life of constant wonder
Where
No matter what has happened
You will be ok
You can rise
This is a song for losers
Though I'm not a loser
Same old, say mold
Same old, say mold
Bring that same old
My friend of the eager tender
I wish we could share
Nothing seems to please you
He liked to tease you
You still
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