There's all kinds of people,
Most of them equal,
But I do
See the brown skin saint, calmly clothed in pink and
Come along and let's be young again.
Silently we'll conquer mountains.
Though
Cowboys lost at sea.
Abandoned horses stroll the beach.
And the kids
Seen you in the picture.
You were running from the snow.
And
I am bound to be
At the end of a runway.
Find
Since you found out the sun don't move,
You've been asleeping
God keeps watching me,
The stupid things I say.
He's holding me.
It's
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