I'm lacking self esteem. Thought you were sowing the seeds. A banker flew over me. Too bad I didn't become one. And i say, Yeah Sad Sunday Evening Boy. I cry healing my sins. I've had enough of fake n' funny faces. And now it's your turn to receive mine. And while my pillow sleeps, you oughta move out your shine. Life's so impatient. Do too much. You trip as long as there's music and we'll be free singing. Show off your fashionable, it wasn't our fault to be born as a gift. There's only one god i believe in
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