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Highness
9/11/02
Who could understand this dramaturgy of life?
Who could define what we were standin’ for?
My friend we’re leanin’ with no one
Nobody gets
Have no choice, can’t find a trace
Where are those highness?
Who promised, we would be ok?
Money we lent, where’s our wings to fly?
Hey, what are those back doing?
What are you thinking?
Do you still remember the way we shook our hands/
The way you raised it, wasting our time?
Plates, dreams are empty
Can you feed it?
We’re fallin’, we’re lost
Will you help us?
Highness! Will you be here for awihile?
Begging you nothing,
Look, read for awhile
And see
What length of life we had.
