Intuition
You are not, me
But sometimes it flows into feeling like, you
Cant comprehend intuition
Until my feet hit the ground
How will we ever know
Which way to go
Playing the part, should be
The last thought on my mind
But in this life, my worlds
Made out of clay, but much to fine
To form something of mine
How will I ever know
Which way to go
But sometimes it flows into feeling like, you
Cant comprehend intuition
Until my feet hit the ground
How will we ever know
Which way to go
Playing the part, should be
The last thought on my mind
But in this life, my worlds
Made out of clay, but much to fine
To form something of mine
How will I ever know
Which way to go
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Sweeney
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