| Sep. 20th, 2006 @ 10:22 am (no subject) |
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Current Music: The Brother Kite- Get on, me
Get on, me...I can hear it in the way I wait and color white to gray.
So I make my own escape, down a lonely interstate.
Until time is gone and I'm feeling alone, the sound is one...
With clinging arms and fists...to everything you did.
Get on, me...Many roll away, the tide erase, revealing my today.
So I made my own escape, a steeper slope behind me lay.
Until time is gone and I'm feeling alone, like someone new
has crawled inside my skin. I'm ready to begin, beyond the bend.
No regret for your reign in a moonlit race to forget any love you may have left.
These days: arrange a way to find an honest argument among the fraudulent.
Tell myself I'm at home, all the same 'cause no one knows I am a lie.
Until time is gone and I'm feeling alone, the sound is one...
With clinging thoughts of when...You could not pretend. |
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