Sara never does shit during the day
You always catch her around wherever you go
If she isn't collapsing on a sofa
At a friend's house with the joint between her fingers and then
He never takes off his green jacket. freedom
A blasphemy as a mask
He took out femininity
That time with the car crash
Babe I sing yeah
Babe I sing yeah
Babe I sing yeah take her with you when you go flying
Sara will have written a thousand or more poems
But all with the same three words
What if her days don't change
The His head has a hard time imagining magical things
He hasn't kissed a man in an eternity
To think that if you ask he'll give it to you
The desire for a hug is so great too
The important thing is fake it's imagining happiness
And no they don't claim it at home
They don't even remember who it is
The possibility of being outside
To satisfy their munchies
Babe I sing yeah
Babe I sing yeah
Babe I sing yeah remember her
Babe I sing yeah
Babe I sing yeah
Babe I sing yeah take her with you when you go to fly
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And in amphibians his freedom
A blasphemy as a mask
The possibility of being outside
To satisfy his chemical hunger
Babe I sing yeah
Babe I sing yeah
Babe I sing yeah remember her
Babe I sing yeah
Babe I sing yeah

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