I can’t feel and I can’t be the same,

when you look at I as if it’s me to blame,

It’s in your tears and in your hunger too,

within those fears and in that blurry foo,

up in that guy and in his scurry to,

If we could see, well then we’d make it true,

but everything is what it oughta be,

ain’t no tribe and no symphony,

there’s no vibe and where I’d rather be,

so hold me close and sing this song with me,

and in that draught is where the flow is seen,

for within these is lost the hidden scene,

I worry not for in this hole I dream,

for what was sought; you never had the cream.


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