Cinnamon Asthenosphere 8
Blah blah blah, working on thesis, a little ditty pops into my head, here you go. Sadly, I cannot play the guitar, and I don't think I can sing very well, and I haven't got a microphone with me anyway, so I can't record a melody for you. But trust me, there is a melody in my head to this. Whoops, spilled pdf printouts all over myself. Good thing no one saw.
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Can I become what I most fear
If I don't know what that is, my dear?
Ignorance is not the sin until it's loved just like a friend.
Oh who knows what comes of me
Locked up living like I'm free
In this confusion I forsee we'll all be caught up in
This wind again of changed living and begin
The game of pretending we can find stability
And oh pretend that we can see a way
Pretend and play and if we're lucky we may
Save one of our own from our own and see
At least one heart one head go free
But until then, my friend, we turn around begin again
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Can I become what I most fear
If I don't know what that is, my dear?
Ignorance is not the sin until it's loved just like a friend.
Oh who knows what comes of me
Locked up living like I'm free
In this confusion I forsee we'll all be caught up in
This wind again of changed living and begin
The game of pretending we can find stability
And oh pretend that we can see a way
Pretend and play and if we're lucky we may
Save one of our own from our own and see
At least one heart one head go free
But until then, my friend, we turn around begin again