Friday, December 30, 2005

it's your birthday...

it's your birthday,
it's not mine.
don't let me ruin your day,
it might make you blind.

if I ruin your day,
and you are getting blind,
I should run away,
as if I'm still in your mind.

When I run away,
but I'm still in your mind,
what can I say,
I'm not that kind.

but I say nothing,
show I ain't important,
birds start singing,
for the unexpectable inheritance.

and the unexpectable inheritance
drives the bird to sing,
I have to say this but not often,
I'm going out from your ring.

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