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Little, little insect on tip of my pen
While I was spelling out the future on paper lying next to me
Iâm here cause the apples and apples to be plucked in the after-noon
Oh â¦like treason, they got in watching me, watching, watching, watching me
Iâm outside in an army coat and a â¦top that belongs to my father
I fight every breath of the howling wind, I ⦠to the ladder
I steal them apples, I clean the garden
They might be angry or relieved of the sentiment
Iâve got them, Iâve got, Iâve got
⦠buckets, ⦠buckets
We got hope follow the future, sometimes I canât see for days
Sometimes my name is estrange
We got hope leading nowhere, going nowhere
We got hope follow the
We got hope follow the the future, sometimes I canât see for days
Sometimes my name is estrange
We got hope going nowhere, going nowhere
We got hope
We got hope
Little, little insect on tip of my pen
While I was spelling out the future on paper lying next to me.