think i'll ignore the snow that blankets the ground can't you see there's no one else around so drive me out, cause you know that i'll be down i wanna be down like brandy and blond like gary sandy and awake, for a third of a second handy like w.c. the father of the blues he played the music with holes in his shoes think i'll live the experience with you think i'll stay awhile, aint you going too?? i see the sun breaking out inthrough dark clouds but the crowd closes in and they get loud so i want but i haunt and hope to god that all i do won't make this be shod i look up, wake up, grab a brush and paint and i'll stay awhile then again i can't and i ain't don't go out there, its pitch black something will leave you in pieces tied up in a sack think i'll stay for while, with intrigue and denial check me out in a mug shot file.Birth sign: Aries
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