It's the day before the rest of my life And I feel like Dylan Thomas Says my muse if you stay I'll go If I'm not lying I'm not being honest It'd be
Even the rats know the troubles gonna come To the edge of the city see the little guys run I hear spring is nice in Canada Maybe the men up on capitol
I will always carry the words of your prediction with me Even though they harbour some grave obscurity They haunt me like some willows do. And nothing
Cold fries, I'm half a cigarette From believing they doubled my potion With those eyes you might have to pretend you don't see me til the song is blown
All the parents of the children of December Have a clutch 'Cause their birthdays are the hardest to remember When you're born on Christmas Or the day
Well I often think about her when the night comes and I'm walking the road And I know I'd never trace her, I can barely begin to barely place her chronologically
People are strange that's why we're strangers word's go in, they don't come out the forest is big that's why we need rangers if you gotta run, babe you
Love is homeless Where is Love is shapeless Who needs Love is dangerous Love is true The more you give the soft machine The more you give the song
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Well the world is only a stage And I'm just a man With a sound caught in his throat And a pick in his hand But when the song comes tumbling out you understand
