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Book written saying where
You can find gold in the grains of sand
Author man
I don’t like what you’re telling me
I’m not a fan
I won’t sail away to where you say to be
New A.M. – new wavelength
An electrip to the heavens and dreams
Life is scribbled in the Playbill
Smoke floats up from the mezzanine
I reflect in the mirrors
Walking down the street
I saw her
She shone like the peak
Everest to me
She was looking so damn fly, so damn fine, so damn sleek
High on that Clinique
Skin as soft as the breeze
And I’m trying to get in between
Her and that magazine
Not one of those 90 page
90 day flings

Do you see me
Do you see me
The way I see you
Crystal clear
Or is it just me
Nothing is crystal clear

I’m trying to get in between
her and that magazine
Climbing to the top of peaks
Trying to make us happenin’

Do you see me
Do you see me
The way I see you
I hope
Or is it just me
Please, please
say nope

March 15th – another reason to drink
With friends and fam
10 hit by the big hand
Party moved to a taxi – damn
5 people crowded in
The back seat
We’re all close
Not another yellow van
Driver turn the dial
To another dropped beat
Find the best you can
Driving through the city
Without a plan
Push off from the docks
We’re De-SEAsed
Floating in bottles and leaves
Flying in a v in flocks
The sheep leaps
Over the nightlife scene
Crowded is the theme
‘Cause I was never good at cards
I don’t have an ace of spades up my sleeve
I got a heart
I’ve never given out a diamond ring
And I dance and I drink in the clubs and bars
Wake-up forgetting everything
If it all were crystal clear
It wouldn’t be so dear
But won’t you drop the telescope
And see me the way I see you
Not blinded by the smoke

Do you see me
Do you see me
The way I see you
Crystal clear
Or is it just me
Nothing is crystal clear

I’m trying to get in between
her and that magazine
Climbing to the top of peaks
Trying to make us happenin’

Do you see me
Do you see me
The way I see you
I hope
Or is it just me
Please, please
say nope

I’m trying to get in between
Her and that magazine
Not one of those 90 page
90 day flings

I’m trying to get in between
Her and that magazine
Not one of those 90 page
90 day flings
She said to me, confidently
“There’s one thing I’ve learned throughout the years,
nothing is crystal clear, crystal clear, crystal clear…”

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