STEVE NELSON - Nothing Comes Too Late Oh, how low low I dug to build my grave I dug so deep I'm back to the same place Where I could see the trees Living life like me As I placed my hand On the moment to let it be As I kissed your wrists It hit me like a bag of bricks These days that skip Everybody onto the ship Are the only thing That free me of my weight And as I drift in space I'll know that nothing comes too late OOOoooOOOooo oooo OOOoooOOOooo oooo OOOoooOOOooo oooo Ahhhahhh AHHHH OOOoooOOOooo oooo OOOoooOOOooo oooo OOOoooOOOooo oooo Ahhhahhh AHHHH AHHHHHHHH AHHH And when you comb your hair Alone in fron of the mirror Is it sad? Do you care? How do you carry your demeanor? Do your eyes drift off? Do they get you; do they understand? Or are they only tools That are there to help your hands Sunrise, sunset It's all the same thing we project If you bring it back home You'll see it's just what you suspect That black is white And facts are simply bait To steer you clear of the notion that Nothing comes too late OOOoooOOOooo oooo OOOoooOOOooo oooo OOOoooOOOooo oooo Ahhhahhh AHHHH OOOoooOOOooo oooo OOOoooOOOooo oooo OOOoooOOOooo oooo Ahhhahhh AHHHH AHHHHHHHH AHHH
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