Bus ride
then I'm cross-town
I take my seat
and watch the streets
Show me your favorite image
it's gonna burn my brain
show it
Change the things
that draw me to you
and do me a
I'm jealous of the world
the world is jealous of me
I
Born in this world I know
Hi-pitched white boy learning slow
I
Lilja
I see your eyes
They are big as open skies
If I
I get dragged by my hands
I don't want this to
Did I let you down
Did I let you down
Cause all
I can't believe what you're saying
that you've given to me
Feels like the pavement
proud and cold
walking feet
walking soul
I'm rolling out
A father can give you his words
But words are
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