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I am...I am that beauty that stretches on your face
And I am that dreamer who's of a different race
I am that smile that you seem to want
And I am that frown that only seems to taunt
I am that one singer that no one seems to know
And I am that old man who had to go
I am the sweater that holds you tight
And I am the question you never get right
I am the child on the stage for a play
And I am the fresh breeze that never wants to stay
I am that one friend you never want to lose
And I am that bandage covering that bruise
I am the things that you need and more
And I am the way you walk out and the way you slam the door
I am the stuffy that stands on the shelf
And I am that one kid who hates himself
I am that song that you've just forgotten
And I am that apple that's just gone rotten
I am the wind, on a cold summers day
And I am that dancer alone on the bay
I am the one gig you get here and there
And I am the teacher who isn't quite fair
I am the tears that fall on your cheek
And I am the pipe line
Bump In The NightHush, hush keep in sight
Are you ready for the night?
NO, no do not go!
The Boogie-Man will get me so
I see him in the caves of the dark
and as he speaks he lights a spark
" Do you have something to eat?
Perhaps I should just eat this meat?"
He means my own flesh outside
I cannot fight to keep my pride
If you awake when morning comes
Do not wait to count the sums
I will be gone for the beast inside
Gobbled whole, I could not hide!
Hush, hush keep out of sight
The Boogie-Man will eat tonight
The dark and grim of a face
The swollen teeth began to race
A beaming down of whole dark eyes
The shiver I can feel rise
Looking through I hear the creep
Slipping, sliding as I sleep
I wake in jolts to meet his face
Creepy slimy drool in my case
Leaning down to breathe something foul
Don't look now he's on the prowl!
He leaned on into my soul
I burrow in my sheets like some mole
His long teeth filled with grease
I don't believe he will release
Good-ByeTime has gone, time has past.
Lovers made, lovers lost.
Beauty gone, through all I've seen
Moments made, in soft seam.
Journey travailed, though and through
No more time, for me and you.
Seasons where, I wish I could
Hold your hand, like we would.
Friends I've lost, ones I've gained
Nights where, my eyes rained.
Holding hands, where lovers slept
Remember now, just how we met.
Want more time, the clock is on
Turn it off, no more gong.
Seconds zoomed, minutes faded
All this time, never wasted.
So many things, can happen now
I think it's time, just take a bow.
All in all, it's been fun
You and I, the show is done.
Glad we've played, it's all won
Time for us, to just move on.
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