one ever has the time to listen to me. They see right through me. This is getting hard to face. No one ever sees me fall. And no one cares at all. This
I?m coming home And I hold you like a fading song You send me high, high, higher . . . until I?m
of life shine purple rays of light Ways that are right take long days and night Then I enter wind, there's no interfere No sense of care, tense at the prayer Then we exalt like cities
Slug:] Everyone's a customer, all up in your business [MURS:] One's in your circle that don't even know ya [Slug:] The same one's that circulate the stories
