Listen, I've fed my soul
Looking to make things right
Might worth itself in gold
If you rise just for a while
Don't run, it is my turn
A purpose I might fear
Life may not be that fun
But I won't dry in tears
I'll tell you all about it
When word gets out
We'll no longer be friends, but
It's not a problem now
Hey, I've roamed my mind
And saw all of my waste
I am to make some time
Just hope it is not late
This song sung by birds
Plays notes you invent
You will lead the herd
If you got it planned
I'll tell you all about it
When word gets out
We'll no longer be friends, but
It's not a problem now
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