Sheep out,
standing in the rain.
Bullfrog,
joining the game.
Some kind of happiness has messed it up in my heart.
What makes you think you're something special when you're slob?
Child life?
No one understands.
Jackknife?
Ain't a shitty hand.
Some kind of innocence has measured out in years.
You don't know what it's like to listen to your fears.
You can talk to me.
You can talk to me.
You can talk to me.
If you're lonely, you can talk to me.
Big lamp,
walking the clock.
Weak lamp,
fighting with the dark.
Some kind of solitude has measured out in you.
You think you know it,
but you haven't got a clue.
You can talk to me.
You can talk to me.
You can talk to me.
If you're lonely, you can talk to me.
Hey, Bulldog.
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