Psychoday

Psychoday
With baloons in the trees
Like memories in my thoughts
Throw a wep all over me

Psychoday
And I exactly feel
Like the bottles all around
And I blow circles in the air

I know that I run away
A swear it's the last time
I won't pretend anything
And sometimes I blurt it out

I try so hard
To get you off my mind
And I'm not in love
And I nearly believe it

Psychoday
Desguise myself again
Slip in the streets
The city's a party

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