Cunning fox, cunning plan, But I'm staying put, as you wonder wild Trying to take me down with words of wisdom But I'm staying put, I'm not your child. As you're straying from home to home, House to house, shed to shed, Telling me you'll have it easy, But it's me, not you, asleep in bed So many names, but you remember so few, You can't name me a handful I don't know, So you don't need them, or so you think Amnesia's you're strong point, we see it show. Look down on me, as your down in the dumps I'm wasting, but I keep afloat You'll sink underneath me, all in good time Oh how I've got your goat. I've heard your voice, loud and clear, You scream it to me, but I'm too in, As you pries me with crowbar speeches I'm stuck; I'm too far in. I'm sinking? I'm sinking? But still I pull you up, We can only gasp for air now But my lungs hold more than your tiny cup As I swim up for air, I hold your arm I'll make you surface, give you air You breathe with me, but say I don't inhale It's too equal for you to bearBirth sign: Aquarius
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