love, peace, truth, and plenty Are you sick in the head? I can't take this I'm over my head Thought crime is my death I will not rest This thought crime is
, toes, floating Every year 'til yesterday I see the eternal setting sea I compare all this to me It's all fleeting momentary me I blink my eyes, this is
She should be having my baby My baby The pleasure was all mine Like yesterday news it's only for a time Always on the go Cause she live a life ah crime
