Muddled, under my skin
Deterring thoughts, clear as gin
But I'll probably walk away
Looking for words, per say
Searching for, anything
And this portrait's on it's way
It's painting a melody, or a memory
We'll save this for now, because later
Is not the best that we can do
We'll save this for now, because later
Is not the best that we can do
We'll save this for now,
We'll save this for now

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