How could you answer all the questions?
How could you ask just the right one?
Sometimes I think to ask suggestions,
But then I think: who'd I become?
Sometimes I want to share with you
Just something.. simple, wide, or deep,
But not around here just you,
And I feel like disturbing creep..
...
Sometimes I'm sad you're not around
Because it feels like something missing..
I just repeat then: stay on ground.
He knows what's better. Always.. [hissing]..
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