I've got an itch under my skin,
dead cells, put'em in my pocket in strips.
Sweat them off as i run to fight gravity
in the sun, with my feet dancing against the ground-
My body'll stay still,
my eyes will survey-
I'm a junkie with a knack for loving people.
Read them like books,
pop a can of sugar water and waste it,
just because I can-
I filter my food through the sun,
sing in big places,
so vocals strain for ears to part with the brain.
People don't hear you unless you mean
what you say.
Give it your all kid,
and slow down.
Stop strutting, and start waltzing.
When the world spins,
everyone looks like they're having fun...
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