If only I can trap this happy state of mind and hold it for a little while longer. Perhaps place it in a knapsack and carry it with me when you're not feeling so generous.
You cannot kickstart a dead horse
You just crush yourself and walk away
I don't care what the future holds
'Cause I'm right in your arms today
With your fingers you can touch me
I'm for spare parts, broken up.
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