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Paper Sratcher


Shuffle can to can nobody really gives a damn
For every living day I give myself a hand
Now I'm scroungy as can be, I got all you normals looking at me
I'll scratch a hole in my life so everyone can see

My mind is a mind that I have come to know
And my eyes can't conceive a world that cannot grow
And Fridays are always fresh days

Screamin' at the sun, don't really know what he has done
He don't believe in god and a world as one
So he rambles through the weeds
And he will sleep beneath the trees
On the day I die thank god my soul will be released

My mind is a mind that I have come to know
And my eyes can't conceive a world that cannot grow
And Fridays are always fresh days


I've seen all your eyes and I've seen all your faces
Can you tell me honestly that you wanna be free
Then look in my eyes I've been lots of places
Can you tell me honestly that youd want to be me

Honestly



Love the Blind Melon