blow it out for the world to see
everything that's in you to be
disguised and plainly played
empty and full-rounded
basoon or oboe-sounded
living in some strange world
a fantasy all your own
you could have everything baby
dancing out with your waistline
concerto
he never stopped finding what
could be done, because you're needing
they took it out because of what
he knew, taking with his time his own
maybe we stopped performing
with you, because you only
wanted to make a sense of it
only because you started
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