At Every Ocassion, I'Ll Be Ready For the Funeral
I've been thinking,
I've been drinking,
I've been pouring liquid
into a cup
and binging
notes to a pitch I'm
singing
ears ringing
head spinning,
I think you're all beautiful...
I'm winging, with arms in the clouds
I'm flying, soaring, diving, dying
falling to the ground, and I love you
it's ok... I'm not OK, I'm just saying,
praying for change,
a strange man's coming out
of his cage, and I don't know the beast
today.
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