Pasty with blur
what makes me differ
i cant bends spoons
God kissed the moon
and placed it in your eyes
so cry until they dry
all i can do is try
keep on forgetting my lines
no use in betting this time
we owe too much
bone to the touch
you filtered through the sand
but rocks dont understand
no i cant be a man
paint running through
i'm tainted with you
filtered through the sand
but rocks dont understand
i'd love to be a man
no rocks cant understand
i'd have to be a man....
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