Your stone is an unstead wave,
Stand alone ripple made,
Of a piece with letting go,
Of those lasting drears,
Standard fate appeal,
Grown by time steered clear,
Wondering if adjustments,
Should be made blind,
It's just so warm in here, the air is like blankets,
Taken for what it is, the times are changin,
Not just falling back, no we're springin forward,
It's just so warm in here,
Tomorrow I think I'll sleep in late,
Train my tines to relate,
Bordered on by bowered wants,
To guess what's in your best interest,
I'll upstage a direct appeal,
My strange attraction to what feels real,
Stand as stone overcome by,
Wrecked nerves finally released
It's just so warm in here, The air is like blankets,
Taken for what it is, the times are changin,
Not just springin' forward, no We're fallin backwards,
It's just so warm in here
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