dance in the surf and prance in the waves
gotta take what you can these days
keeping my fingers crossed,
knocking on wood.
and trying to do all that i should.
you're so far beyond me,
and i can't even begin to
imagine
what my life would be, split like your sin
tin man, no heart, piano man, no grin
(martyr, no soul)
no.
not even close because you are
stone fences and autumn leaves
worn benches and an ocean breeze
and mean so much to me
the trouble is just when you don't believe,
or when i just don't see,
well maybe, we're not so different after all.
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