i put deaf ear to my critics
bring them on, i will sleep on them
then after i'll puff my smoke to sleep on tom day sounds
beside i haven't seen critics statues raised on any streets
take my heart examine it, tell me what you saw
i'm sure you'll see darkness,
maybe compassion but my mean face is to scare people like you away
i'm not a wanderer, i'm a wonder
he says i talk strange, but that's the part of they wont understand...
...mysteries
thank you
love
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