This slow life
was ruinin’ me fast.
You paint me a picture
I gave you child
Workin’ hard
tryin’ to get right,
but relative is thought,
and relative is love.
Thought about it twice
you thought about it once
no family, no money.
Naive I am,
but innocent I’m not.
Pure drop of love
dropped on my eye.
The more I learn
the more I will discover.
And I’m falling,
falling away,
away with you.
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