and to listen when it comes to call.
I should have been allowed
Without a grace -like ball
You will never see your mind turned out,
so save on your last goodbye
I've nev er been the one to bother
and to listen when it comes to call
I should have been allowed
despite a grace -like fall
You will not communicate your point,
I can't wait for these plans to fade
But I've never seen a strategy
And the moment you'll be confused
You twist and your fingers move,
at least till the cows come home
You're made into film with fear
I don't understand at all
There will never be cakes again
You will never see your mind turned out,
so save on your last goodbye.
No one else has ever seen what I have,
The moment you'll be confused
when I understand it all.
You twist and your fingers move,
at least till the cows come home
Your meetings are filled with fear,
I don't understand at all
There will never be cakes
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