| Twisted Philosophical Oxford Wonderings |
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| Okay, the second song i ever wrote. Wooo... (note on the title: I wrote this on an 'Oxford' plain manilla colored folder.. who knows why.) |
| When you wake up and you're all alone you'll know that I'm gone. Sooner or later.. I said I said Sooner or later... I'll be gone.. Every day I lay on my back, outside on the grass under the great blue sky I think yes I think to myself, what happened to the person I once knew? Sooner or later.. I said yeah Sooner or later.. I'll be gone... |
| Every night I look in the mirror, I stare true I stare and I wonder.. was I ever really here? Sooner or later.. I said yeah Sooner or later... I'll be gone.. When you start to believe that I'll never come home, there I'll be yes I'll be right beside you. Sooner or later.. I'll say now I say, I'm here again; I won't go away. |
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