Bath Mat

In front of me,
There's a big sun
This is the name
We gave to that big red ball
Floating, floating up in the sky
Feel the rays in your eyes
Can never really feel like you're touching the sun
What if we try to change that name
And playing it like a toy
Sorry to be fallen into the claws of my

Cat
Uh, ah
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And every time
I tried to explain myself
There was a hidden
"Proper name" I ignored
So what's so wrong or right
In words?

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As you could always create names
There's nothing wrong to "intent"
And try to touch a good sound
What if we follow our instinct first
And let the names spinning like
In a circle of fan
What if we follow our instinct first
And let the names
Rolling like in a circle of fan

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Uh, ah
Uh, ah
Tudududu dah

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Rumor has it that
He tattooed fake hair
On his top head
It's a cult of blending artworks
Combining dots
For blending in nicely
With his bath mat

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No,
That's not true
That's not true
You've got
Dots in your eyes
You are just so good at
Playing words
Spreading lies!!!
This is not like I am
Offending you
This is more like "a" talent
And I show it off
I just set the right words
In time