On my leg I scratched out something like a
silhoutte around the golden ten like lambs on my face Ive hidden
away any embarrassment, away from my acuteness
I'm not sold on anything but half a dream
(I'm not sensing a thing)
i see a blank notebook page
and its my life and
there is nothing I can think to write
I fear the thought of symmetry
I hope you dont see a thing
I said, smile through everyone you ever see
so what you gave him the time of day twist back
(dance around) honestly I give up and de robe right side falls
(heaven knows it should be so easy)
the right side because heaven looks greacefully on you
I owe you too

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