on the tram. where i think.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Just Like Some
what difference does it make
if i give a smile away again and again
would i be who i want to be-
nice, sprinkled and all
but if it helps the world this way
let it be known to me somehow sometime somewhere.
sometimes, just the touch of the earth feels like heaven
someday, all my dreams will come true.
someway, i'll give all my praises to you
because what i want,
is to be just like some...
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