oh son you're not wrong
there are so many of us
who'd
I analyze and I verify and I quantify enough
100 percentile
I have a love
That the good lord above cannot fathom
Yet
with every sweet hello
there's a bitter good bye
with every happy
there is a family that prays
'cause we've turned out
there's always something that I said
It's just a habit of
memory's a secret handshake
shakes you with
it speaks my language
it ceases,
she's so cold and human
it's something humans do
she stays so
It's a chilling claim to fame
We steal their baby brains
big
I walked a country mile
now I am alone
seeds of love
My love lies over the ocean
Long ago it fumbled in
i walk a tight rope
and live with the high
I walk through, the dark descends
Fills every room with your
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