I think I'm spinning candy floss or is it raining sunflower seeds?
beads of sweat to make a necklace around my neck which I'm saving
for an abacus but need some more beads yet
I'm drowning in the dandelions which roar into my ears
I'm floating in kaleidoscopes and colouring in my years
But if I gave a **** and I'm sure I don't
I won't be tuning in.
There are keys for locks for clocks and keys to unlock locked up shops
my tongue is getting tired.
It was a random day in a random way when the winning number won
stardom was my Genevieve
I do believe that's true
two bullets in the barrel
One for me and
one for you.
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 4:24 AM UTC
I think I'm spinning candy floss or is it raining sunflower seeds?
beads of sweat to make a necklace around my neck which I'm saving
for an abacus but need some more beads yet
I'm drowning in the dandelions which roar into my ears
I'm floating in kaleidoscopes and colouring in my years
But if I gave a **** and I'm sure I don't
I won't be tuning in.
There are keys for locks for clocks and keys to unlock locked up shops
my tongue is getting tired.
It was a random day in a random way when the winning number won
stardom was my Genevieve
I do believe that's true
two bullets in the barrel
One for me and
one for you.
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