(McDonald)
Kiss my aspiration
for it's I who will prevail
eat the dust of someone
who has seldom lost and often won
I never knew why you were so bitter -
a ball of anger and your nasty little temper
If your eyes meet the sun
Your world could become
your oyster, your pearl, your blooming zion
The storms of youth should all be through
Dismiss yourself, look at you
I had to notice my own voice - it's the sweetest voice I ever heard
I never knew why you were so bitter -
a ball of anger and your nasty little temper
If your eyes meet the sun
Your world could become
your oyster, your pearl, your blooming zion
If your eyes meet the sun
Your world could become
your oyster, your pearl, your blooming zion
It's yours
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