The yellow Sun Well it took the hand Of a country boy To a city in a far-off land We made no mark Left no shadow at all On the ancient holy streets Where I learned to crawl 24, not making sense I go to diary of my experience The broom get out the bruised The young and the used The sure and confused - all here Words would find me Creep up behind me Breaking an answer through every-lap toy Rhymes began in me Summer sang in me But summer sings in me no more Now I'm 25 Trying to stay alive In a corner of the world With no clear enemies to fight It's hot as hell We're like butter on toast And there's no army in this world That can fight a ghost The scared and the brave They save down to slave Song in the grey or here Words would land on me Then abandon me Mangle, untangle me Leave me on the floor Spring is sprang from me Summer sang in me Summer sings in me no more...
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