I don’t know the same things you don’t know
I don’t
You may love me
But you won't have me
Seems like you
Driving home, staring, utter boredom
Are you really listening?
Say yes or
I'll take you at your word
And as far as I
The eye is catching things
It will never see again
Becoming memories
I
I live under a giant cloud
Well, it's my shield and
The rain is busting the fog with holes
And you're wheezing
Take off your old black shoes
Come, have you heard the
Making babies, buying houses
A French guy's name is on our
My droopy eyed Madonna
A triple fire alarm
All the other rogues
I'd like to build
A ladder right up to the sky
Then
Double speak, well, hold it a minute
You will defend your
There is always someplace safer than the playground
So let's walk
Like ghost games
I conjure up pictures of events in my
It's early morn, the birds are gone
No need to wake
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