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sorry, but i am lame (Free verse) by nolan
smell of the fresh spring day
trees are so rich and full
the grass is greener than green
my soul is being refreshed
sing...
sing out aloud
touch...
touch the sky
smoke...
smoke a joint
fly...
you are high
lame...
is this break down
but now i am sane
feeling little or no pain
now i don't care about anything
my head is in a dream
that is all about you
your smile, your eyes
oh the feeling inside
all based on pride
power can't bring me down
money
free me from your grip
take all your possesions away
i wish i had more to say
vacancy in my brain is here to say
i want to dance in the light
until the break of night
i have this feeling
it will never go away
i am not gonna use the word stay
however i did and i am sorry
not only for that but this
everthing in the past
in the future too
now it is getting late
i don't know what to do
i want to be with you
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