Write this down, said the poet to the pen.

Gotta speak or it’ll stay within'.

All my thoughts will not mean anything,

if my words aint got a point of vieuw.



All my songs are well thought through.

Thats the meaning of my songs for you.

I can’t write while I’m standing in your shoe,

but excuse me mister If I do.



It’s just a word from a man who doesn’t know how to break the day.

Just a word from a man who doesn’t speak when there’s nothing to say.



That’s just the cold wind in everyone of us.

That’s just the cold wind in everyone uf us.

It's a cold windy haze that is blowing on your fase .

A Haze, yeah!



Write this down, said the poet to the pen.

Gotta speak or it’ll stay within'.

All my thoughts will not mean anything,

if my words aint got a point of vieuw.



Whatever’s lost it could be you mind.

Yes It’s lost so it’ll never be found.

But whatever happends to the things inside.

It’ll never gonna make a stay.



It’s just a word from a man who doesn’t know how to break the day.

Just a word from a man who doesn’t speak when there’s nothing to say.



That’s just the cold wind in everyone of us.

That’s just the cold wind in everyone uf us.

It's a cold windy haze that is blowing on your fase .

A Haze, yeah!



Write this down, said the poet to the pen.

Gotta speak or it’ll stay within.

All my thoughts will not mean anything

If my words aint got a point of vieuw .



It’s just a word from a man who doesn’t know how to break the day.

Just a word from a man who doesn’t speak when there’s nothing to say.



That’s just the cold wind in everyone of us.

That’s just the cold wind in everyone uf us.

It's a cold windy haze that is blowing on your fase .

A Haze, yeah!



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