With a twinkle in my eye
I believe that we are
Mr. Optimistic
Mr. Big Help
Go to Hell
Drugged out hippie in a
Nothing to gamble, less to save
Mommy tells her soldier son,
Seeing ourselves in a magazine makes us proudSo everyone grabs
She peels off her tiny white dress whileLaying out tomorrow's
Like another you or another meSomebody else's mother living on
When your floated love bloated into my spaceDid you ever
Take from you lie to you waiting for you to
Failure is just a part of itNo matter how hard
I'm feeling full of feeling; a little greyA bit of
The big threads make no sound they go deaf with
When my fingers lost their touchAnd my eyes lost their
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