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(oh la la la)...

He who thinks, for himself
A woman on trip, is a hit for the
A composer's hell between tears
Or pm makes cause for rewind

drops along upon a thought
A comatose nap snatch a sandy
I'm so great I myself
Explains, how vain is vanity

The journey is based on a trip
But also starts with a step
pleasantvalley sunday is
A grain of

But "now or never's" a bit hard to
think?

Problems of the world, lovers, girls, and things of nature bound
To break my
They all show different sides of me, they're all
Up of me...
I certain awe for/but those who fall to find out they're in the
Shadows in the
Even from a watcher's of view.

Yo...the doesn't pay for what a person knows
And rarely wants to pay for what a does
But those who care puzzle and stare
' what it is, is what it was

Cause he who the rules of wisdom
transforming it to daily life
Is a bad condition of
A rap like that can back afterlife

All twists and spins in a whirlwind
And spots the as to where it remains
On the opposite lane of a fortress
Or the thought that lives on the plane

Doncha'

Power to the world, gold, and bees and nature(? )
Not to my heart..
They all shrunk off of me, they're all wrapped
Up of me...
I feel certain (? ), of those who upon got the ring of shadow of
My
(? ) but these are the point of view...

Reality and be they accompany life
Eternity and judgement death
The thing to remember, really....
the fog of "my forget"

Certain mystery upon mankind lies
Certain arrogance, to the
Pure is based on fact
Showing the confusion is to contain

But the defintion of the phrase is a dream
A dream encloses a question mark
The end of an era in the halls of a
That should've been watched and clocked the start

Doncha'

Power to the world, lover's gold, and and nature(? )
Not to my heart..
all shrunk off inside of me, they're all wrapped
Up of me...
I feel certain (? ), of those who fall upon got the ring of of
My
(? ) but these are the point of view...

Maybe just wanna twist my finger
Maybe they wanna break my arm
Maybe they wanna try and stop me
Maybe they wanna do me harm
Maybe they don't want my to speak this
they just wanna quiet momma

But the minute I step to the rhythm of the
the minute that they don't wanna leave me alone

Doncha'

to the world, lover's gold, and bees and nature(? )
Not to my heart..
all shrunk off inside of me, they're all wrapped
Up of me...
I feel certain (? ), of those who fall upon got the of shadow of
My
(? ) but these are the watcher's of view...