Friday Note
Jumping off the swing
We see our destiny
And like the gret one always said
We shall bang the drums
A plagiarism like that
Costs me oh so much
I can talk
So why cant I touch?

Because am I wrong or aren't we meant to be?
Or is it just me?

The daunting blank page is soon full
Its all about you
If you think this song's about you
It probably is
I can swim around
All this old world; what can I say?
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