Sharpen my body like a pen
Come on, I need to show it
Something too small for a lens
If I rub it if I wipe it
Guiding with one single hand
Nothing's wrong you like the feeling
I am all over the land
Come on, I need to show it
Back on the mountain again
I was standing watching seasons
You're now my only friend
I'm too heavy, I'm the burden
Sitting and picking on myself
It's a shiny, shiny morning
And when the light finds my eye
I'll be fleeting like a scent
I hold my breath and then count to three
On and on, outworn
Must be five hundred degrees
Will it show in my show?
I hold my breath and then count to three
On and on, outworn
Must be five hundred degrees
Will it show in my show?
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