Sometimes I feel like rust, sticking to old iron..
sometimes I feel like musk, sticking to old wood...
and sometimes more I feel like rock, sticking to the old mountain...
I would love to be like the ground, raising flowers..
like the wind.. moving seeds, making them visit new countries...
sometimes I feel like me, sticking to the past...
I would love to be like me... but sticking to love...
I'd love to be like a hug... sticking to you...
sometimes I feel like musk, sticking to old wood...
and sometimes more I feel like rock, sticking to the old mountain...
I would love to be like the ground, raising flowers..
like the wind.. moving seeds, making them visit new countries...
sometimes I feel like me, sticking to the past...
I would love to be like me... but sticking to love...
I'd love to be like a hug... sticking to you...
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