I can see Styrofoam shaped heads, on the necks of ugly people And their hungers never fed, Coz their livin on top of a Steeple I can see your all whatching me Through your green eyes I can see Me But I wont look back at you The Cloud filled winds are back, and full of dairy Sundays They hang in the air with slack, over grass and walls that graze Red leaved monkeys come swinging past but crockadile Mondays will never last Your bags are without the Handles I'm carring my bag just fine, and You can Receive your coal as you livers pebble-dash your lives, can you dig me a deeper hole I need one to Burry my trust in coz I'm never giving it to you I've seen your bags are thin and your future's showing through You all like to blame each other But it doesn"t change anything You use it as your cover But the rain keep leaking in You all look away from me When I'm the one with the answer so when your barking up the wrong tree don't ignore me, just coz I'm a chancerBirth sign: Aquarius
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