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When you feel where you are without someone else
Time stands questions in stagnant sentences
Of where to think, your staggered being
Though why can things try to be the way they seem
The time it is they are
And just let yourself go
When the future is ending your present
It’s because you think of the future too much
And when comes time for ending
You realized what you have not.
When you build your confidence
In sing of live life songs
You hold your swept significance
Debating where you aren’t
Debating where you’re armed
The time has come on through
Love everyone if you can
But notice the side worm credentials
Of what you are and what you’re on
We love you just the way you are
We love you just the way you are
The little hand can simply mockery pill the stance
Fuck.., the word said something more
Than then any a times it’s been well said
When the day comes up horizon when do you think you will change?
Will it be before the world spins in it’s opposite way
When will you change, will you change, will you sway
And my hat has so many memories that stand for what I think is me
My broken bill does nothing more than give me character
And these are words of ignorant wisdom
Left to the dailies at their intuition
And then the craft
And then the craft of
Time stands questions in stagnant sentences
Of where to think, your staggered being
Though why can things try to be the way they seem
The time it is they are
And just let yourself go
When the future is ending your present
It’s because you think of the future too much
And when comes time for ending
You realized what you have not.
When you build your confidence
In sing of live life songs
You hold your swept significance
Debating where you aren’t
Debating where you’re armed
The time has come on through
Love everyone if you can
But notice the side worm credentials
Of what you are and what you’re on
We love you just the way you are
We love you just the way you are
The little hand can simply mockery pill the stance
Fuck.., the word said something more
Than then any a times it’s been well said
When the day comes up horizon when do you think you will change?
Will it be before the world spins in it’s opposite way
When will you change, will you change, will you sway
And my hat has so many memories that stand for what I think is me
My broken bill does nothing more than give me character
And these are words of ignorant wisdom
Left to the dailies at their intuition
And then the craft
And then the craft of