Was it you who spoke the words
that things would happen but not to me?
All things are gonna happen naturally
Oh, but at often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright light turns to night
Oh, until the dawn it brings
Another day to sing about the magic
See I'm all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages for words.
More words than I had ever heard, and I feel so alive
And with this silence brings a moral story
More importantly evolving is the glory of a (girl)
I'll remember everything you sang
Well I'm almost finally, finally
Out of words
(He's pretty geniusy)
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