Testo Inspiration

Testo Inspiration

I could be so inspirational.

Of a lavish kind.

I need something sweet to refresh my memories

Of those better times.
Of those, those better times.



This is not some sort of plea,

Nor is this a childish cry,

It's the world that we are living in

Where young children die.



And our mothers, they're growing weary

Of the things that me and you will try.

My father is selling his soul

To pointless check supplies.



This is something we've been overlooking for years.

It's been sold with our own selfish terms.

This is something we're overlooking for years.

So is our own selfish terms.



I just need to resize, realize, 'til we're free

Of opinions.

Can I conquer you.

Won't you try to be a bit more free than what they tell you should be?

Go ahead and be free.



Dear friends,

Well, thank you for your concern, and

Each one of us, we got our own lesson to learn.

So don't let these, these words burn you more than, more than, than they have to.



Don't you analyze too much.

Just be free

From opinions.

Can I conquer you?

And that's all you've got to do.

Just dig down, just dig down 'til you're free.

Come on, keep digging down.

You're almost a bit more free.



Sing with me

'Til your heart is outsung.

Sing with me

For all your life 'til you're outsung.

Outsung.

Sing, sing to the angels.

To the angels that are watching you.

Sing...



Sing like it's your last time.

Like this is your last time.

Sing.

Don't let this be your last time.

Our last time.
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