So they are aiming for meA 3ton car about to run me downMy fragile bodyOne day I will sing and I won'tMind as the people laughSo I write waiting for perfectionOtherwise it don't countBut you can tell by nowI ain't gonna caveEventually the stars will alignEventually genius will strikeAnd it will be mineBasked in the mother moonshineNo longer emptyAs my tail wags I realize it wasAlways here trapped inside meInside me all this time
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