sometimes you're full but you eat some more
you gorge yourself ‘til your belly's sore
sometimes you're tired, but won't be told 'to bed'
eyes are squinting, rubbed, raw, red
sometimes you love and your heart could burst
but hours upon hours just wont quench the thirst
convention and wisdom won’t control, temper, teach
you're a child running wild on a sunbathed beach
the sand in your toes and the rays on your face
your cares all lost without a trace
You make me feel like a boy on the shore
with grains on my skin and my heart wanting more
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