If ignorance is bliss, let me not be educated in the ways of men.
Let me not suffer before I can truly see the sun.
Let me love, without death to weigh me down.
Let me be.
Oh, please.
Oh, please.
Just let me find
my own kind of grace.
(side note: My teachers are putting crack in their cereal. They've gone coo-coo, for sure.)
Let me not suffer before I can truly see the sun.
Let me love, without death to weigh me down.
Let me be.
Oh, please.
Oh, please.
Just let me find
my own kind of grace.
(side note: My teachers are putting crack in their cereal. They've gone coo-coo, for sure.)
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