this works best with a uke going in your head

CBBootCBBoot Posts: 28
so i sail away on this short little tune
it's not like me but it's not for you
speak to you in the late afternoon
tell me all the things he put you through
i don't know i guess it's been told
you and me we never get old
it's not the age it's not what you see
it' the bond left between you and me
your purple stairs turn left then turn back
what a metaphor for all that we have
are we dead or are we alive
it's the same to me in uncertain times
one last thing so i speak just to you
i can't give up it's not what i do
this is me this is all that i am
gotta run it's the phone once again
i don't need drugs to make my life tragic.....ev
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