WALKIN IN THE SANDS AT SUNRISE
DRINKING AT THE BAY AT SUNSET TOO
DREAMING OF YOU AT THE NYT WAKING UP BLUE
EVERYTHING TO ME SEEMS TO BE BRINGING ME
THE DAMN THOUGHTS OF YOU...
HERE AND THERE- EVERYWHERE
PLACES AND PEOPLE THAT WE ALL KNEW
AND THEY ALL, JUST ALL, YEAH FUCKIN ALL, BRING ME
THE DAMN THOUGHTS OF YOU...
HOW I WISH TO HATE THOSE THOUGHTS
THOSE POSIONOUS TALKS
THE THORNY WALKS
TO THE END OF THE NYT
FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE DAY
ALL BRING ME THE DAMN THOUGHTS OF YOU!
YOUR FACE SEEMS TO BE A SCRAY DREAM
INSPITE OF THAT I STILL DREAM
EVERY LITTLE THING THAT DID BRING
NOW BRINGS ME THE UGLY THOUGHTS OF YOU
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