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| Wrong Kind by: Maury Lafoy When I'm deep in thought I know I can't get caught Thinking days in black And I, I can dream But only for a minute Cause I changed my mind To the wrong kind of thinking You'll stay behind With all the right kind of thinking And to be young is to be blind Your, your cats have fluffy coats Well mine, they have less hope You make me feel To say it slow, to say it low And I, I can dream But only for a minute Cause I changed my mind To the wrong kind of thinking You'll stay behind With all the kindness you're giving And to be young is to be blind So wake up from your sleep Cause I know you sleep way too deep There's one thing I stress enough And that's if you dream But only for a minute Cause I changed my mind To the wrong kind of thinking You'll stay behind With all the kindness you're giving And to be young is to be blind Comment: Maury: It's about this buisness-type who likes to throw cats into rivers. (or something to that extent) |
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