Green
I found a map of counties and you
found yourself alone
Read this paper
Travel home
Reciting mine
not yours
It seems Mchale had lost his will
Because life was not a dream
But when he walked off with his girl
I felt myself turn green
I could tell you what I heard
Of slowly forming terms
I know you think you need to know
But trust me this one hurts
Planning starts to fall apart
When I fall out the door
With spectators proped up on walls
Simply playing introverts
Not a pretty picture
No
When logic defies scripture
And a most disturbing color shows
The most disturbing people
found yourself alone
Read this paper
Travel home
Reciting mine
not yours
It seems Mchale had lost his will
Because life was not a dream
But when he walked off with his girl
I felt myself turn green
I could tell you what I heard
Of slowly forming terms
I know you think you need to know
But trust me this one hurts
Planning starts to fall apart
When I fall out the door
With spectators proped up on walls
Simply playing introverts
Not a pretty picture
No
When logic defies scripture
And a most disturbing color shows
The most disturbing people
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