I'm STILL a self confessing, self professing know-it-all, or so I think!


today is gonna be the day that they gonna throw it back to you.

I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.

I said maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me.

and all the roads we have to walk are winding,
and all the lights that lead us there are blinding.



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some day you will find me caught beneath the landslide

in a champagne supernova in the sky

how many special people change
how many lives are living strange
where were you when we were getting high

but you and I we live and die
the world’s still spinning round
we don’t know why
why why why why