My head, well I really wasn't using my head that nite. And I think you can draw youself a picture of what was going on. He wasn't grabing me, just Peter Johnson, as we named him.
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Life could you be a little softer to me.
Life could you be a more gentle to me.
Yeah I know this is a selfish plea,
Because Christ sacrificed his flesh
On the cross for me
But this world is hard,
It's cruel and I wish it could be...
Softer to me
I'm still alive. That much is true
I've never lied, well, I guess I've told a few.
There's nothing to see because I brought nothing to show.
I'm like Han Solo, I'm always stroking my own wookie.
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