Im bonafide hermit out with the sun
I admit that its not everyones ideal existance or their idea of fun
seems to work for me
Im waiting for the moment
the time will come I know it
the strength of my connection will recognise my soul
part of me will know
part of me will know
stop me in a street
stranger when we meet
part of me will know
I dont deny selfish hunger in me
my ambition can be diva to see
Im not above her but Im hoping to be
substitutes are free
Im waiting for the moment
the time will come I know it
the strength of my conviction will recognise my soul
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