It's platform
I
I'll make you jealous
But I, I float on the ground
My feeling is still pure
But my thoughts
are tolerant
And there is nothing
I
can do
And I look at the work of God
At the holes that it makes
And the sun
illuminates the empty place That you leave behind
And I see the work of God
As a simple movement of the hand
Has something or someone Washed out your life
And not that of someone else Who is missed by no one
And my head screams murder and fire And I look at the work of God
At the holes that it makes
And the sun illuminates the empty place
That you leave behind And I see the work of God
And I look at the work of God
At
the holes that
it makes
And the sun
illuminates the empty place
That you leave behind
And I see the work of God
And it's like light is there for fools
At the holes that
it makes And the sun illuminates the empty place
That you leave behind And I see the work of God
And I see the work of
God And
I see the work of God
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