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