Your thoughts are my pencil they scramble around if I didn't write they wouldn't be found.
Your thoughts are my pencil sometimes they forget the connection we share isn't a benefit.
Your thoughts are my pencil they yearn to be shared
No one else knows them and that's why we've cared.
Your thoughts are my pencil sometimes they forget the connection we share isn't a benefit.
Your thoughts are my pencil they yearn to be shared
No one else knows them and that's why we've cared.
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