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David Robinson

Rare

He may say he loves you
Flowers in your hair
I have something very special
Something much more rare

I'm tired and my eyes are hurting
I need to wash my face
I broke the gift that you once gave me
I cannot replace

Something tells me
That I've lost my way now
Something tells me
I don't care
Something tells me
That it's gone completely.

Yeah.

Sometimes wisdom flows like wine
Drink long and deep
Hairy like an unwashed dog
The tears I dare not weep

Are welling up inside me now
The legacy of thought
Helpless insect wrapped in silk
Doesn't know he's caught

Many others live in hope
I will not take a life
Hindsight shows me just how much
I should not lick the knife

Don't cut my meat, should use my teeth
Tear it from the bone
Makes me happy when I find out
There's no-one home

Something tells me
That I've lost my way now
Something tells me
I don't care
Something tells me
That it's gone completely.

Yeah.

© David Robinson