Been past this river a thousand times The water in it changes before me I can see the floatings on the surface Grow but never soften The colours always changing shades of green And the waters slowly drowning in a sea of thick green cotton which won't sink upon the surface This skies been past me a million times Bringing clouds of different shapes everytime When The blue starts to out weigh the white That's just the way I like it That's just the way I like it, when I'm Sitting high up in the clouds, seated in my nice dry water leaved throne this is my second home, my second home once known You act like a jack, but your just the joker longing for the crown let's just hope you'll never get your evil little hands on our town's, most prize possesion. here's a test, act without aggession I think you need help but I wont help the likes of you anymore so leave my crown, and there's the door no help with the disgust you have shown you're a once known Looked down upon this world only once It was known to me as a green pice of simplicity living proof that you don't need those picturs of the Queen to get the best Take my hand, but leave me some two fingers would do fine Can't look down now, my bird has flown once known once known once known to me as the blue bird of happiness I still have my throne When push comes to shuv you shuv the cat, right out the bag, and never think of where you've seen all this before, you Just don't realise how you sink us, with your "I know best" attitude, so don't jump before you look, or I might end up pushing you out of that saddle on your horse so high, have no dout what I'm aboutBirth sign: Aquarius
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