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| | |  It's just my imagination a sort of empty
Concentration,
While I fiddle with my fingers
And take a sip of luke warm tea
Lets walk
Lightly to the infectious rhythm of the cool
Bossa-nova
And myriad puzzle pieces are
Here for me
That's right, right, right I was
In the same place just last week and I
Ought to know
The only things changed
Are my clothes step by step, your in control,
Don't be uptight case by case, go ahead and laugh
Everythings alright
Beyond the countless days and
Endless night I know she patiently waits just for me
But... I gotta go my own way |
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