the warm padded reality of my life
The heart is not defined by its weight or what's inside...It's shaped of the currents of life's forward glide...Still his heart beats w/ the same trouble of being self aware.
sweetieeee chiiiian, when are you coming to the Sates? when are you coming to the cornfields to visit me??
So you up'd on that planeleft a good nameand a bad stainacross this brainStill won't tamefree to blameglad we camegone, my shamesplash, we raincar to trainwords not lameso I proclaimBe that stainfly, grow, gainnever refrainI'll see you again:-)
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The heart is not defined by its weight or what's inside...
It's shaped of the currents of life's forward glide...
Still his heart beats w/ the same trouble of being self aware.
sweetieeee chiiiian, when are you coming to the Sates? when are you coming to the cornfields to visit me??
So you up'd on that plane
left a good name
and a bad stain
across this brain
Still won't tame
free to blame
glad we came
gone, my shame
splash, we rain
car to train
words not lame
so I proclaim
Be that stain
fly, grow, gain
never refrain
I'll see you again
:-)
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