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Monday marches madly onward,meeting much contention ( Read more... ) -
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I always found the autumn frightening ( Read more... ) -
I Really Should Be In Bed, Asleep
I don't count on anything,
Nothing wins my trust
Promises are all amiss
and wishing is a bust
The dreams I may have one day had
are gathering up dust
so let us sing that age-old lie,
"Our words, they are robust"
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If you want to hold my hand, you'll have to put down your baggage
And I'll try to keep my self-righteous nose in my own dark past
But really, what did you suppose I'd think, jealous loser that I am?
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You tell me it hurts, you tell me it stings
You tell me that you want all of these things
well have you ever stopped to consider the cost
of living like you do?
You're reckless and rash, you're flashy and new
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And I said, "You seem to have this kind of problem a lot
with your heart underground and your head in the clouds
but you keep on going back out with the same old crowds
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I was being lazy at work and I found a couple of songs that I had forgotten about. These are all well over a year old.
1: "Falling.txt"I've been hoping that I might know ( Read more... ) -
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Every passing moment you fail to pull the trigger
you only make it harder for yourself
I know that I'm too weak to do it, but every day I hope you'll pull it
It's fatalistic thinking but I love it
We'll only make this more attached, make a bigger fire when we crash
oh we will, believe me girl, we will...
crash -
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"Hey Babe, How About You Mix the Drinks, Not The Signals ( Read more... ) -
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A plain white letter arrived one afternoon, from the satchel of the postman to the faded steel cocoon ( Read more... )