Fumble mumble jumble
Words or are they thoughts
Or are they notes or are
They voices in my head in my thoughts
mind you I'm not mind you I am not
mind YOU I'm in no way
out of it
I'm in it am I I am I'm in on it
It all makes sense
And no need for cents or dollars
or nickels or the lot of it all
trade in happys in melancholys in smiles
in everything that matters not things
we assign false meaning to
Apr 9, 2011
Apr 9, 2011 at 9:01 PM UTC
Fumble mumble jumble
Words or are they thoughts
Or are they notes or are
They voices in my head in my thoughts
mind you I'm not mind you I am not
mind YOU I'm in no way
out of it
I'm in it am I I am I'm in on it
It all makes sense
And no need for cents or dollars
or nickels or the lot of it all
trade in happys in melancholys in smiles
in everything that matters not things
we assign false meaning to
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