Walking by
Black drawing chalks
You see that strange girl through your eyes
Growing straight, laughing
Carring the taste the lies
Growing straight, laughing
Carring the taste the lies
But ain’t no saint that give up to late
I hould walking by
Changing your name
It sounds better to live
From here i’ll go to anywere
Ain't no sound that i could hear about it
Ain't no proud that i could feek about it
You change your face and I can't recall a single word
Of what means to be to together now
So why?
Why you got to go, no
Why you got to go.
Just let go
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