Alas, I must retreat
Level eyes were fun
But did they really do us good?

Words I spoke with raised hand
They hurt more or less?
Now that we’re no longer friends

I still love you, you know
What does that have to do with anything?
That’s why I’m no longer there

It just takes a mustard seed
And that’s what I’m banking on
Now let the flower bud blossom

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