Seeking Cyrus
I call on thee Cyrus come now
Help me make it through my day
A sweet talker when venom seeps
A hipster when I a sheep
An athlete who wins the game
Perfect, looks and perfect name
I call on thee Cyrus come now
Only you can light my way
An actor with talent so bold
That no one knows; even friends of old
A mask I wear that fools the crowd
While I desperately yell aloud
I call on thee Cyrus come now
Be with me just one more day
I cannot make it without thee
Walking every moment 'stead of me
No one has to know its you
They'll think that is is me; nothing new
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