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