We have words
To say takes time
Our time isn't wide
If they want, thay can be left in the lurch
Our hands are tied up
Let it be as far as it wants
Our feelings are different
Let it keep away from angry
There is no right of it, think about it.
There is no wrong of it, your mind, your head
Let your corpse cry from your behind
That it's gone away by being soil(land)
There is no right of it, think about it
There is no wrong of it, your mind, your head
The best thing is to be a person
Come together now
Get wherever you want
It's your permission
You fell in love
Your arms shall be wings
Here is the pencil, here is the bullet
your march comes to the end like this
I was there when it made composed
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