but o,
so much more
more than you will
ever
carry?
(you carry me, you carry my heart, in your truth)
no hidden
meaning
no trump card
just me, i am here,
o, so much more
than
this
My skin won't be quenched. My hands can't be warm (except if I'm with you). This road willn't end, I keep on running, and running, and running,
And I am waiting for the last float, but it's not coming. I don't think it ever will.
The fireworks, the parade, they just keep on coming. I love fireworks.
(It's easy, repeat after me. Now you. No, you. No, you.)
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