To fading memories
spin,
head heels
head heels
it doesn't end, I'm stuck on repeat
this is what we call tumblin'
tumblin, stumblin, picking up the broken pieces of our fragile minds
we are all rotten eggs
and all the kings horses, and all the kings men......
can't do what you refuse to do for yourself
get yourself together
spin,
head heels
head heels
it doesn't end, I'm stuck on repeat
this is what we call tumblin'
tumblin, stumblin, picking up the broken pieces of our fragile minds
we are all rotten eggs
and all the kings horses, and all the kings men......
can't do what you refuse to do for yourself
get yourself together
What great wordplay! I love the feeling in this piece! Sweet writing!
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