She tried her best but never turned it up
Invaded by her sight
Then some have been to the courtroom for a complication
The left-hand man becomes too small
The rest of us have seen it all
Sharon
Mary had her wildest dream
a thousand times
She'd paused her little mind to accept crimes
Crimes, committed crimes, hope, and safe
Is it fake?
I think I don't know
But I was not to blame
She's turning into a robusty
The
river's rolling past her
Her emotions tell me she's not her master
She's got a hit in the bottom and it chimes
Sharon
She fried her brain but never turned it up
She hid it by her side,
inside a pained little
room for complications
Her little room becomes too small,
the rest of Zyce has seen it all
She's standing
in a little alabaster,
the river's running faster
Her emotions tell me she's not her master She's diving,
hitting the button every time