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choices, so many choices pick one and move on or you're held by your voices there's two ways to go but there's three i see there's mine and there's theirs and our fantasies so i pedal to union and i worry on smith there's a hole in the concrete hope i don't worry into it flypaper, scarecrow, jucifer, meadow and the gentle fawn. smokin', she saw you smokin' under a bus stop hiding from the rain whisper it to me and i may not understand but when you write it you are the man so just wait a little while i get up everytime you smile just wait and i'll be alright now because i dream that all of it grew long and i am the lady of the lakeside song in the harbor sun From Letras Mania