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Pro bono
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I need me some noise
Shout out!
Who is with me on board?
I keep on knocking
I keep on knocking on a door..
Through a close window
I can see this little girl in yellow playing cello indoor
On whom I look up at with a smile on my face waving hello!
If you will let me indoors
I won't ever let me out the door until I am no more
Five thousand six hundred miles to sept of bailor
And like Edison, I have not failed yet, I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work in my favor..
I asked myself should I go on?
A heavy knock on this door for the umpteenth time
Four minutes left
I will be too bloody late
But I don't mind I just keep on writing even though I have to walk for about a thousandth mile, I just don't care
Walking in a row simply following a conduct
We are well outside the realm of all comfort
When we lay down at late nights
It's not like we fellows throw pillows!
Exploring exactly that which we don't know
Only the kind of horrors we face along the way, the cause of all these uproars or let me called it chaos
As the saying goes; When the going gets tough, only the tough keeps on going..
And so I found myself walking solo..
Do me this favor let me in, let me in, and I will live in limbo
And I will never let you share my sorrow on everything I exactly saw
And like Edison, I have not failed yet, I just tried 10,000 ways that won't work in my favor..
If you will let me indoors
I won't ever let myself outdoor until I am no more
Just like Oliver who wants some more
I might need sounding some more
I will surely make a case of this in my pro bono
Pls let me indoors
I got no home
I'm getting so cold
And daylight is not far away
I promise to won't be a burden sharing you all my woes
Like Oliver who wants some more
I might need sounding some more
I will make a case of this in my pro bono
I need me some noise
Shout out!
Who is with me on board?
I keep on knocking
I keep on knocking on a door..
Through a close window
I can see this little girl in yellow playing cello indoor
On whom I look up at with a smile on my face waving hello!
If you will let me indoors
I won't ever let me out the door until I am no more
Five thousand six hundred miles to sept of bailor
And like Edison, I have not failed yet, I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work in my favor..
I asked myself should I go on?
A heavy knock on this door for the umpteenth time
Four minutes left
I will be too bloody late
But I don't mind I just keep on writing even though I have to walk for about a thousandth mile, I just don't care
Walking in a row simply following a conduct
We are well outside the realm of all comfort
When we lay down at late nights
It's not like we fellows throw pillows!
Exploring exactly that which we don't know
Only the kind of horrors we face along the way, the cause of all these uproars or let me called it chaos
As the saying goes; When the going gets tough, only the tough keeps on going..
And so I found myself walking solo..
Do me this favor let me in, let me in, and I will live in limbo
And I will never let you share my sorrow on everything I exactly saw
And like Edison, I have not failed yet, I just tried 10,000 ways that won't work in my favor..
If you will let me indoors
I won't ever let myself outdoor until I am no more
Just like Oliver who wants some more
I might need sounding some more
I will surely make a case of this in my pro bono
Pls let me indoors
I got no home
I'm getting so cold
And daylight is not far away
I promise to won't be a burden sharing you all my woes
Like Oliver who wants some more
I might need sounding some more
I will make a case of this in my pro bono
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