Would you prefer a stone That I chose for you? That lay on a beach Was just a sea of stone Wasn't meant for you Jumped into my eyes Choice of millions Would you prefer a stone From your window? It walks through the streets Feeling young and tense The city had to swallow mine for you 'cos it's so much strain Choice of only a few
Would you prefer a look That was contrived? Or a look that says how I [ ? ] with you? I have no plans in my mind Just kind of go Go with you
A hello or a goodbye? My mind is something I don't know The truth, why should I lie? Just kind of go Go with you
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