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The selfish. They′re all standing in line.
Fathing and hoping to buy themselves time. He I figure as each breath goes by. I only own my mind. The north is to south what the clock is to time. There′s east and there′s west and there′s everywhere lines. I know I was born and I know that I′ll die. The in between is mine. I am mine. And the feeling it gets left behind. All the innocence lost at one time. Significant behind the eyes. There′s no need to hide. We′re safe tonight. The ocean is full cause everyone′s crying. The full moon is looking for friends at high tide. The sorrow grows bigger when the sorrows denied. I only know my mind. I am mine. And the meaning it gets left behind. All the innocents lost at one time. Significant behind the eyes. There′s no need to hide. We′re safe tonight. What. And the feelings that get left behind. All the innocence broken with lies. Significance between the lines. We may need to hide. And the meaning that get left behind. All the innocence lost at one time. We′re all different behind the eyes. There′s no need to hide. |
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Down
down, fell by the wayside no getting out oh down, cry me a river dried up and dammed the names can be changed but the place is still the same I am loaded, told that all's for naught holds me down rise, life is in motion I'm stuck in line oh rise, you can't be neutral on a moving train one day the symptoms fade think i'll throw these pills away and if hope could grow from dirt like me it can be done won't let the light escape from me won't let the darkness swallow me yeah! |
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How does he do it? How do they do it? Uncanny and immutable.
This is such a happening tailpipe of a party. Like sugar, the guests are so refined. A confidence man but why so beleagued? He's not a leader he's a Texas leaguer. Swinging for the fence. Got lucky with a strike. Drilling for fear makes the job simple. Born on third. Thinks he got a triple. Blackout weaves its way through the cities. Blackout weaves its way through the cities. Blackout weaves its way. I remember when you sang that song about today. Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed. A think tank of aloof multiplication. A nicotine wish and a columbus decanter. Retrenchment and hoggishness. The aristocrat choir sings, "What's the ruckus?" The haves have not a clue. The immenseness of suffering. And the odd negotiation. A rarity. With onionskin plausibility of life. And a keyboard reaffirmation. Blackout weaves its way through the cities. Blackout weaves its way through the cities. Blackout weaves its way. I remember when you sang that song about today. Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed. |
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Undone
last stop on the westcoast line south of the northern border one small corner on my mind everybody, they know me there don't get any second glances chances are that they don't care the world has come undone like to change it everyday change don't come at once it's a wave building before it breaks .. can't wait for election day witness the occupation corporations rule the day well you know the pendulum throws farther out to the one side, swinging has to sweep back the other way the world has come undone another day and who can wait change don't come at once it's a wave building before it breaks all this hope and nowhere to go this is how i used to feel, but no more the world has come undone like a game that few can play change don't come from one it's a wave building before it breaks .. |
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