Tapioca Tundra
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One, two, three, four, five
Four, Three, two, one, zero...
Reason verse of prose or rhyme
Lose themselves in other times
And waiting hopes cast silent spells
That speak in clouded clues
It cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you
Careful plays on feilds that seem to vanish
When they're in between
And softly as I walk away in freshly tattered shoes
It cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you
Sunshine, ragtime, blowing in the breeze
Midnight looks right, standing more at ease
Silouhettes and figures stay
Close to what he had to say
And one more time a faded dream is saddened by the news
I cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you
Sunshine, ragtime, blowing in the breeze
Midnight looks right, standing more at ease
Sunshine, ragtime, blowing in the breeze
Midnight looks right, standing more at ease
Silouhettes and figures stay
Close to what he had to say
And one more time a faded dream is saddened by the news
It cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you
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