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You're too far to bring me close
Too to see below
hangin' on dose
I know you never needed anyone
(But the papers for your grass)
How can you give what you don't have
You keep on aiming for the top
And before you a drop
I feed your empty brain
(With your pot)
I bet you'll find like you
'Cause there's a for every shoe
And now I wish you luck
But I've other things to do
I'll leave 'cause I've been in vain
You're so in yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
I won't repeat it no, no more
Rather eat my soup with a fork
Or drive a cab in New York
'Cause to talk to you is harder work
What's the point of wasting all my words
If it's just the or worse
Than poems to a horse (ah)
You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your brain
(With your hydroponic pot)
I bet you'll find like you
'Cause there's a foot for every shoe
I wish you luck but I've things to do
I'll leave again 'cause I've been in vain
But you're so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds a metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more...
I'll leave 'cause I've waiting in vain
But you're so in love, so in love yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more
I'll 'cause I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love, so in with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
like a metaphor
So I won't it no more
Too to see below
hangin' on dose
I know you never needed anyone
(But the papers for your grass)
How can you give what you don't have
You keep on aiming for the top
And before you a drop
I feed your empty brain
(With your pot)
I bet you'll find like you
'Cause there's a for every shoe
And now I wish you luck
But I've other things to do
I'll leave 'cause I've been in vain
You're so in yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
I won't repeat it no, no more
Rather eat my soup with a fork
Or drive a cab in New York
'Cause to talk to you is harder work
What's the point of wasting all my words
If it's just the or worse
Than poems to a horse (ah)
You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your brain
(With your hydroponic pot)
I bet you'll find like you
'Cause there's a foot for every shoe
I wish you luck but I've things to do
I'll leave again 'cause I've been in vain
But you're so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds a metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more...
I'll leave 'cause I've waiting in vain
But you're so in love, so in love yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more
I'll 'cause I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love, so in with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
like a metaphor
So I won't it no more
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