That’s me on the beachside combing the sand metal meter in my hand sporting a pocket full of change. That’s me on the street with a violin under my chin playing with a grin, singing gibberish. That’s me on the back of the bus, that’s me in the cell,
that’s me inside your head. That’s me inside your head.
PS: Don´t go too deep into disconcert, ok? There´s this Weezer song, remember it: Don´t let go. I´ll always be nearby wherever I am.
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