Chorus
Faults in arms wrongs
Defaults in stars strong
Dilemma in the morn I fall
I cross roads I’d like to be wrong
When I’m right
Guess I’m wrong born
Tonight I might tremble on a soft rock below and below
But what goes and goes is the footlings put together strong and strong
I remain here strong, though I fell off a bit, therefore I trembled, but maybe a bit, so and so
Risen tall amid green grass, roots and woods, and petals, and what falls and falls
Off amid pain and hunger for more and more of things out of worlds and world
Services of mine hands, thine hands services none, how come betrayals you me in soft corny theatre while the audience watches it then they’re faulty hands applauds it, and applaud and applauds
Loud in my soft ringing ear, corn roses soft drowns in miserable waters softer, soft and soft
Thanks for the Lord that today’s a day shines bright in mine eyes, longer death not, further it is death, beyond, more than you can ever think, more and more
What seizes a heart thus in bars laid softer more and more in here are they tremble is what goes and goes, harsher than ever, ever beyond, harder than pulling solid parts out each other, whilst you say, putting it, and the thing which always remains, together and together is soft, hard, easy, harsh, normal, and a norm out of norm, a norm and norm
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