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You're too far to bring me close
Too high to see below
Just hangin' on daily dose
I know you needed anyone
(But the rolling 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 brain
(With your hydroponic pot)
I bet you'll like you
'Cause there's a foot for every shoe
And now I wish you luck
But I've other 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 a metaphor
I won't it no, no more
eat my soup with a fork
Or drive a cab in New York
'Cause to talk to you is harder 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 quit before you 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 things to do
I'll leave 'cause I've been waiting in vain
But you're 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 again '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 it no more
I'll leave again '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 a cheap metaphor
So I won't it no more
Too high to see below
Just hangin' on daily dose
I know you needed anyone
(But the rolling 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 brain
(With your hydroponic pot)
I bet you'll like you
'Cause there's a foot for every shoe
And now I wish you luck
But I've other 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 a metaphor
I won't it no, no more
eat my soup with a fork
Or drive a cab in New York
'Cause to talk to you is harder 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 quit before you 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 things to do
I'll leave 'cause I've been waiting in vain
But you're 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 again '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 it no more
I'll leave again '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 a cheap metaphor
So I won't it no more
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