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You're too far to bring me close
Too to see below
Just hangin' on daily dose
I know you never anyone
(But the rolling papers for grass)
How can you give what you don't have
You on aiming for the top
And before you sweat a drop
I your empty brain
(With your pot)
I bet you'll someone you
'Cause there's a foot for shoe
And now I wish you luck
But I've other things to do
I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
You're so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
like a cheap metaphor
I won't repeat it no, no more
Rather eat my soup with a fork
Or a cab in New York
'Cause to talk to you is work
What's the of wasting all my words
If it's just the same or even worse
Than reading poems to a horse (ah)
You keep on aiming for the top
And before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain
(With your hydroponic pot)
I bet you'll someone like you
'Cause there's a foot for every shoe
I wish you luck but I've other things to do
I'll again 'cause I've been in vain
But you're so in with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more...
I'll leave 'cause I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love, so in love with yourself
If I say my is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more
I'll leave 'cause I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love, so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a metaphor
So I won't it no more
Too to see below
Just hangin' on daily dose
I know you never anyone
(But the rolling papers for grass)
How can you give what you don't have
You on aiming for the top
And before you sweat a drop
I your empty brain
(With your pot)
I bet you'll someone you
'Cause there's a foot for shoe
And now I wish you luck
But I've other things to do
I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
You're so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
like a cheap metaphor
I won't repeat it no, no more
Rather eat my soup with a fork
Or a cab in New York
'Cause to talk to you is work
What's the of wasting all my words
If it's just the same or even worse
Than reading poems to a horse (ah)
You keep on aiming for the top
And before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain
(With your hydroponic pot)
I bet you'll someone like you
'Cause there's a foot for every shoe
I wish you luck but I've other things to do
I'll again 'cause I've been in vain
But you're so in with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more...
I'll leave 'cause I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love, so in love with yourself
If I say my is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more
I'll leave 'cause I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love, so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a metaphor
So I won't it no more
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