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My eyes are faking all the sights.
For every page that i read, comes another to write.
My wheels are spining out of control
and i feel, yes, i feel like i am ready to roll.

Soooo,
I have seen all i need to roam free, within these streets.
Climbing up walls that are never too tall, feeds my soul.

My words are music to your ears.
For every story i tell comes a sequel that you must hear
and i wander your pages in search of a plan.
For every chapter i pass draws directions of where i am
and where i am going.

And i have seen all i need to roam free within these streets
climbing up walls that are never too tall, feeds my soul.

And i am seeing time, explaining it's better line, to me.
Drawing out pages with illustrative lines, you'll see.
And i fall down under your watchful eye.

Hmmm
And i have seen all i need to roam free, within these streets.
Climbing up walls that are never too tall, feeds my soul.
And i have seen all i need to rome free, within these streets.
Climbing up walls that are never too tall, feeds my soul