Wandering the Earth witnessing good and evil, right and wrong and trying to understand exactly where my role is in this madness.
i think missing you is just like saying i don't believe in anything
i’ll give it all up to see you again and that should not be
jolted to a special place that I shouldn’t have these thoughts of going
just yet
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my cure has not come by way of anecdotes
i've been the butt of alot of jokes
it picks and it pokes
it claws and it chokes
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i remember your sparrows
impressed that they came from you
we always were renaissance men
it shouldn't have been a surprise
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dangle your wisdom in front of our faces
hopefully we'll all be children
greedily reaching for something
we not yet possess, but painfully need
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