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THE 8TH there’s a girl who lives down the street and someday somebody she will meet about her nobody knows anything i can’t help but wonder would she go with me i wonder i’m well aware about what i sing i know these words don’t mean anything find a tune you look and write these stupid words i can’t help but wonder what will everyone infer “true love is waiting for you” what have i got to lose? my mind my security i’ll lose my mind my immunity as i stand up here, i hear the crowd there’s a reason as to why i play loud they don’t know that these words mean nothing i can’t help but wonder, can they hear me sing? i wonder (TOMMY'S EXPLANATION: stream of consciousness writing here. to me they say "things are not as they always seem." there is a longing for a direction and looking for meaning in places where there may be none. but that's me, tell me what YOU think.) 
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