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Its getting late but,
I can still see the trees
so
I don't wanna go home till
I cant see my feet.
Oh,
As I walk, my bare feet tell me where I am
They say if it's
bumpy, rough, or -- smooth as sand,
and I wouldn't trade that, no,
for all the love in the world.
Oh,
the tree's
when they sweat, I know its hot,
and when its wet, I know because
they tell my nose so.
and I wouldn't trade that, no,
for all the money in the the world.
Oh,
as I run,
my skin feels the rain and the wind
and,
and I wouldn't trade that, no,
for all the technology
that we,
as a people all, rely upon.
Oh,
it's getting later now,
But I, I still see the sun,
So I know that though the world is quite dark,
its not quite done.
- by Ideophobia |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/11/2008 |
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- Title: Elton John
- Artist: Ideophobia
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Description:
I was thinking about Elton John's "your song" when I wrote this, so please sing it in your head with the same handsome, breathy tone that he sang with.
I have been told that this song is good, so I dont see why I shouldnt enter it.
^.^ - Date: 10/11/2008
- Tags: elton john
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