if u had yr way
would u choose to stay
anymore
if yr mind did not
cooperate too hot
anymore
not that it ever did
since u were a kid
on the floor
u were rollin around
respondin to sound
i'm sure
i'm sure somewhere in yr mind
u have peace of mind
than any of us –
we all make a fuss
in our core
can you deny the score?
oh i cant lie anymore
if u had yr way
would u choose to stay
in new york
or would u prefer
somewhere much warmer
like LA – i kno
u never could say
like that or this way
or implore
u never could run
go outside have fun
and explore
all the hands on yr face
markin a place
on yr forehead
no no no they dont understand
no grand master plan's
in the hand of
the lord denies the score
oh i can't lie anymore
if u had yr way
would yr ashes spray
from the shore
of the great south bay
near one-eight-three
s. snedecor
i kno all day we would lay
in the shade of
an old sycamore
my thoughts resound
each leaf fallin down
reassures
with each passin day
i'll open and close
the same door
to find u
thirsty and cryin
inside who's dyin more?
how can you deny the score
oh i won't lie anymore

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