Not knowing right from left
Not knowing wrong from right
Can't look up or down
Dreaming starting to filter in with life
You that's been with me for so long
Then you...
There's not much to say on you
Mind twisting
Brain folding
All the juice being squeezed out and on to the floor
In two puddles true and fale
Not knowing right from left
Not knowing wrong from right
Not knowing love from lust
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