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Edited on Sun Nov-12-06 08:21 PM by Snotcicles
I don't think for pleasure,it's just hard not to do my thinking is a measure of, how much I need a clue I'm still flying blind, hopin' I might find a way to stop my thinkin', and open up my mind.
I don't see too clearly,I wish you'd show me how if seein is believin' I believe I need it now it comes as no surprise, that I can't analyze my usual refusal, to open up my eyes
My feelin's hurt me plenty, not feelin's hurt me more feelin's got me kneelin'down, wounded to the core not feelin's got it's charms, you'll find out who it harms when your lover soon discovers, you can't open up your arms
It's like bein' in a prison, you lock yourself inside a limited perspective, even with eyes open wide but I can't walk no more, through scenes I've seen before come to me, bring a key, open up the door
It's just love, and it's a puzzle, of that there is no doubt can't do nothin' with it, and you sure can't do without you'll never learn your part, you won't know where to start til you quit all these questions and open up your heart
One small suggestion, Quit all these questions, open up, just open up your heart
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