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Robert Post Robert Post

No talk of love between us Some things better left unsaid Talk of the plans move through my head Through my head No talk of tears and pain It's been

When I was a little boy I used to wonder Just how old you'd have to be to feel good Now I've seen a thousand girls but I still wonder Cause they just

I remember I was young Not that i'm old, but I was young I have lost all my sense I'm a bit wiser, but lost my sense And I know a few more lovely people

I plan on going away for a while Nothing here that fits my style I want to be free from every little sound I don't want anybody around I need relief

There's a place he knows Where horrible stories grow old It's in a house that mummy sold Inside a door he knows Where secrets are left to grow Up from

Come home You don't need no strength We are here You are weak Saveyourthirst And save your hunger For everything we have Come home You are mislead Don

I don't cry anymore My tears have dried and my eyes have died I don't see anymore My eyes are blind and my magnifying glass is broken I don't smell it

There goes my mind there goes my mind And it's the same mistake I've made so many times That my own mother think I'm blind You can't be true, you can

got my bank roll on maybe you can help me spin it used to stare at night now you can get to business if you know whats good(+2) normally i post up