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