I'm just doing some searching
Just playing with dials till something sounds right
I'm just busy in my own head
Content in the universe that propels me
I'm just terribly busy learning about all of these things
Love, rainstorms and what makes you tick
I'm just about alive, halfway more than I was before
Long nights and busy mornings to survive
I'm just trying to tell you how great you are to me
I don't want to be buried alone
I'm just dying to tell you how good you look with me
How good you'd look with me
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