theres something so beautiful when the mad men sing
no idea what to think of what the mad men bring
so unaware and oblivious is what they do best
look a their faces as they march on and rest
why cant i be more free
like the mad man wished me to be?
continuing on without a care
the made man carries his chest in the air.
so freightning and alarming is the feeling of shame
when it comes close ill run for the rain
towards the mad men and together we’ll go
wherever the sun tells us so.
Ciaobella.
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