Knock me over with a feather
Do whatever…whatever
I love my people an I m not just being clever
Reaching for your heart strings let me pull the lever
You ever
Stand in the hotel outside in the cold weather
Inside the man is just an empty shell
Wondering if the 3 sixty wave pattern will hold up
His ego swole up
An in his head he feel so tough
Inside undressed
Unimpressed with the amount of stress
Fully prepared for the days contest
And his place is the simplest
I live on a the shore
The street is a tide
I’m trying not to let a wave take my pride
But I feel the crash every time we will collide
Am I not real
I see a hill talking to a mountain
A faucet talking to a fountian
Tell me I’m not a spring when I’m having a beautiful summer
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