©2012 David Moody
My wasted youth
Embraced the truth
Became the man I am today
Those precious days
And crazy ways...
Well, they just make me want to play
So much more
Your mighty pen
It rides again
Puts everything back into place
This grand design
It wasn’t mine
Just makes me want to see your face
So much more
Tell me something I can believe
Just one thing before you leave
Tell me something I can believe
Instead of those lies
Tell me something I can do
To make some kind of sense of you
Tell me something I can do
To remove your disguise
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