how much I want to...
but how much I cant
you are always there and always care
indeed that's a seed that I couldn't plant
the song of my life and we shouldn't dance
and right now I should leave like a leaf from a branch
fall
we talk and we talk
but you don't hear things I want you to know
like right now I feel I need to be taking it slow
my bad ..oops its not that I don't want this to grow
its just if I get high I can only get low
its the song of my life and the notes that you sing
leave my face wet like the ground because I cant hear a thing
spring
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