I, I’ve got to tell you
But there’s only so much
I search through the crowd
And I keep looking back
To dream
I don’t know why
With everyone who tries
To leave them self
If your road has reached the ocean
But your legs still
When I see someone like you
It leaves me so confused
I
Am I going to learn this time
Am I going to
I have lost all of my directions
They will not
I know a writer with a magic hand
He gives
I know you’re a good piano
And your song will always
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