the sounds you make will
paint a picture in front of me
make me see the goal, so I easier can
go, know what I got to do to
get there, when I can stop and
take a drink whitout lose anything
one thing doesn't make a man
I need you to take my hand
I would love to go away
travel to some other
country, set my
legs as trees
to grow on
that land
see if they get any taller, if I
can walk any longer then before
because i'm tired to be alone
I want to find the place where
everyone, that I would like, are at
("but they are gone
you were born too late
the future is now
but you're stucked")
changes going in spirals
not in circles
changes going on all the
time, that's
why I never meet anyone
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