You were walkin' out
Had a smoke
Then your hair fell down
Started makin' out, or tryin'
I guess I remember things the way I like,
Don't wanna be the dirt you're on,
Don't wanna be the dirt you're walkin' on,
Just wanna see the world through open doors,
The bells and the whistles,
I'd like to thank my friends that can relate,
We took a ride, Came to face with all our limitations,
I, I think I'll ignore mine
I won't pay no mind, I won't let what I find, discern
What I got inside,
Ain't much, ain't much,
Ain't enough to make you sigh

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