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Saturdays involved making our entrances into life outside We've been in this room too long Recreation is keeping us self contained and aware Of each other's form Still and in full strides just the same Keeping us warm Walking in straight lines Talking in sleep at night Coddled and pacified Virgins of mothers Son who leave The son who leave Having you around Son who leave The son who leave Having you around is What if we decide to live by choice All this time I knew That average was something to fall back on After genius ends I watch video only difference is it's flat and (?) Behind wet faces Slip my pants back on And rewind it back one more The tape stopped before I was back alone I'll be back before The streets lights on, before the daylight's gone I was spoiled by lavish thoughts They don't compare, no not at all And had this been the best I might not know What to do with us Or we're too sure We're to give my words can't hold The backs of God We're so sorry Least we did us perfect Perfect, perfect Love, love, love Perfect, perfect If you live by (never) Love And you're on (?) Somtimes it's hard to tell you so Oh may not be (?) You know There was hearts Loved ones Oh, keep self from me When I'm orchestrate I'm just a (?) Of what I see What don't you best our love You're the positive one Feeling something If you goin' in Oh yeah Oh in you Gone Oh when you often Goin' in Goin' in Goin' in