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Spoon
Spoon in spoon
Stirring my coffee
I thought of you
And turned to the gate
On my way came up with the answers
I scratched my head
And the answers were gone
From hand to hand
Wrist to the elbow
Red blood sand
could Dad be God
Crosses cross hung out like a wet rag
Forgive you? Why?
You hung me out to dry
Maybe I'm crazy
But laughing out loud
Makes the pain pass by
And maybe you're a little crazy
But laughing out loud makes
it all subside
Holding, I'm holding
I'm still falling
I'm still falling
Spoon in spoon
Stirring my coffee
I thought of this
And turned to the gate
But on my way
Crack
Lightning and thunder
I hid my head
And the storm slipped away
Well maybe I'm crazy
And laughing out loud
Makes it all pass by
And maybe you're a little crazy
And laughing out loud
Makes it all alright
Laughing out loud
From time to time
Minutes and hours
Some move ahead while
Some lag behind
It's like the balloon that
Rise and then vanish
This drop of hope
That falls from his eyes
Spoon in spoon
Stirring my coffee
I think of this
And turn to go away
But as I walk
There're voices behind me saying
Sinners sin
Come now and play
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Come now and play
Sinners sin
There're voices behind me saying
But as I walk
And turn to go away
I think of this
Stirring my coffee
Spoon in spoon
That falls from his eyes
This drop of hope
Rise and then vanish
It's like the balloon that
Some lag behind
Some move ahead while
Minutes and hours
From time to time
Laughing out loud
Makes it all alright
And laughing out loud
And maybe you're a little crazy
Makes it all pass by
And laughing out loud
Well maybe I'm crazy
And the storm slipped away
I hid my head
Lightning and thunder
Crack
But on my way
And turned to the gate
I thought of this
Stirring my coffee
Spoon in spoon
I'm still falling
I'm still falling
Holding, I'm holding
it all subside
But laughing out loud makes
And maybe you're a little crazy
Makes the pain pass by
But laughing out loud
Maybe I'm crazy
You hung me out to dry
Forgive you? Why?
Crosses cross hung out like a wet rag
could Dad be God
Red blood sand
Wrist to the elbow
From hand to hand
And the answers were gone
I scratched my head
On my way came up with the answers
And turned to the gate
I thought of you
Stirring my coffee
Spoon in spoon
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