In my vision we bought a house
And I was wearing a really nice blouse
We had two wonderful kids
all of our furniture we bought
Were off of bids
The dog barked every afternoon
as you sung in tune
perfect couple like the cartoons
Now the vision has been modified
selling the dream home
We are coming to a roam
The kids have been aborted
We are just too distorted
There is nothing that can save US
Not even the melody that drives Us
You mention that we can fix this
To have patients remember
This is not an easy quits
Too late !
farewell old friend
In the end
I'm Dwelling on vision we never had

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