Young and No Telling
once was twenty of age and not a dime in my pocket
exile in a silence of foreign i was called an alien
want to see UFO I show you my basket
naive you call it but make no mistake
the ride a roller coaster if your'e lucky
hands in pocket you strut a brain
on your own that is freedom of a pussy
feather flying you lick your wounds
under the radar you make a go to see
your towers collapse front of your eyes
a deck of card the child scream no more school
now I do not owe a dime all paid in full
fool me once not astute i open my arms
for an embrace of dog not schedule
on the tarmac the planes depart
tomorrow another day
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