One can hear sometimes oneself whisper
I forgot the word
There ain't duly no stitches to be done
I'll give back whatever I paid in time

One says my blurting isn't as tight
As my belief
Used to be
For a turn, but only turns are gone
And the kindly man said, there's no wrong
I wish we didn't meet up
You know, now it's all come out too much

So there ain't down even no pictures
To remember
What a stir, what a stir to hold in
Blamed for going back to the beginning

Who really cares about what one says
I suppose
I wore his clothes
Make a stab, only one and a face
That makes me sneeze again, nothing's wrong
I wish we didn't meet up
You know, now it's all come out too much

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