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Staring off, into outer-space Stumbling, creating my entity One that is, not belonging in my Kino sphere I want to perfect the art of doing nothing I want to see your paintings come alive I want to see you smile when i say, "i love thee" Can't believe my eyes As my thought hit the sky All this nonsense, all this beauty Has truly come alive Drive all night, middle of nowhere Ship-wreckage, left of this page And on the bottom, and in the top Where are we going, maybe we should... I don't want to write a depressing song I don't want to hide behind my music I don't want to see the world through these tinted yellow glasses Time keeps eating me Against that time If ever that time come running, running Time keeps cutting me Against that time If ever that time come running, running From Letras Mania