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May 07, 2005 16:55

"Expo '86"
Sometimes i think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
And it seems by the time that i have figured what it's worth
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.

But if i move my place in line i'll lose.
And i have waited, the anticipation's got me glued.
I am waiting for something to go wrong.
I am waiting for familiar resolve.

I am waiting for another repeat
Another diet fed by crippling defeat
And i am waiting for that sense of relief
I am waiting for you to flee the scene
As if you held in your hand the smoking gun
And on the floor lay the one you said you loved.

The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.

"The Sound Of Settling"
I've got a hunger
Twisting my stomach into knots
That my tongue was tied off
My brain's repeating "if you've got an impulse let it out"
But they never make it past my mouth.

this is the sound of settling

Our youth is fleeting
Old age is just around the bend
And i can't wait to go grey

this is the sound of settling
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