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WORDS FALL FROM MY LIPS WITH EASE ON PAPER IT GOES DOWN FOR EYES TO PLEASE THOUGHTS THAT HAS TRAVELED MY MIND IN YOUR HEAD A PLACE TO REST IT FINDS AS MY WORDS LIFT YOU OUT YOUR SEAT HANDS CLAP ON THE GROUND PLANTED IS YOUR FEET YOUR EYES WILL BE SEALED TO THE PAPER LIKE GLUE MY WORDS WILL EASE YOUR MIND THEY COME OUT SO SMOOTH I WILL TAKE YOU ON A JOURNEY OF FREE WILL SPIRITS,FAIRY TALES,DREAMS AND FANTASIES ROAM ON THERE OWN FREE WILL MY WORDS ARE MADE TO MAKE THE SOUL STILL I AM THE ONE - THE ONE WHO WILL SELL YOU A DREAM UNSEEN THE ONE WHO MAKES A DRY NIGHT A WET DREAM THE ONE WHO SOLVES PROBLEMS WITHOUT A QUESTION THE ONE WHO IS GONNA TAKE YOU MIND BODY AND SOUL TO ANOTHER DIMENSION I AM ME MYSELF AND I , I AM I THE ONE TO MAKE YOU CRY BUT DRIES YOUR EYES BECAUSE MY WORDS RELEASE SMOOTH MY WORDS ARE HERE TO COMFORT YOU MY WORDS CAN FIX WHAT IS BROKEN YOUR WONDERING WHO AM I I AM SOFTLY SPOKEN
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Oct 22, 2009
Oct 22, 2009 at 3:21 PM UTC
Softly spoken
WORDS FALL FROM MY LIPS WITH EASE ON PAPER IT GOES DOWN FOR EYES TO PLEASE THOUGHTS THAT HAS TRAVELED MY MIND IN YOUR HEAD A PLACE TO REST IT FINDS AS MY WORDS LIFT YOU OUT YOUR SEAT HANDS CLAP ON THE GROUND PLANTED IS YOUR FEET YOUR EYES WILL BE SEALED TO THE PAPER LIKE GLUE MY WORDS WILL EASE YOUR MIND THEY COME OUT SO SMOOTH I WILL TAKE YOU ON A JOURNEY OF FREE WILL SPIRITS,FAIRY TALES,DREAMS AND FANTASIES ROAM ON THERE OWN FREE WILL MY WORDS ARE MADE TO MAKE THE SOUL STILL I AM THE ONE - THE ONE WHO WILL SELL YOU A DREAM UNSEEN THE ONE WHO MAKES A DRY NIGHT A WET DREAM THE ONE WHO SOLVES PROBLEMS WITHOUT A QUESTION THE ONE WHO IS GONNA TAKE YOU MIND BODY AND SOUL TO ANOTHER DIMENSION I AM ME MYSELF AND I , I AM I THE ONE TO MAKE YOU CRY BUT DRIES YOUR EYES BECAUSE MY WORDS RELEASE SMOOTH MY WORDS ARE HERE TO COMFORT YOU MY WORDS CAN FIX WHAT IS BROKEN YOUR WONDERING WHO AM I I AM SOFTLY SPOKEN
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Oct 22, 2009
Oct 22, 2009 at 3:21 PM UTC
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