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I have a little feeling this is right
I'm eight feet up, I'm flying like a kite
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Autumn leaves Like his soul; so old
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Please come meet me in my dreams.
I need to see my angels face.
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We know you're gone
but we don't know why.
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Do no look into my mind
for you won't ascertain;
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All I ever wanted was a hand to hold me down
To keep the winters from swallowing me up
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I. Imagine time and prison / love is livid / but every heart; / vein. / II. Roaring music over paradise / celebrate what never could. / If rain must le
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Smokeys the blue sky / and green are my eyes. / Silents the footsteps / I whisper goodbyes.. / The shadows on my wall / say something to me
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Sailor came, played a game, played a silly little game Time to kill, time to fill, time to sit and contemplate
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Scared and alone she sat in the empty field, hiding in the overgrown grass.
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life sits and plays its demented little games
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silence paints the walls the flickering light turns to black
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and even though the days have past, she can't help but wipe away the falling tears that come with the night. creeping up on her, she tries to stop,
but it's to
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Some days i feel like writing
and getting things of my chest,
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i listen to your fingers
gently hit the keys
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If people would just stop.
And think about who they really were
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I walked to the place
You said you remembered
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The bubbles get more color
As they sink among the broken sea.
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Come with me, into the night.
We will dance our lives away together,
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You can make a hen tell the truth,
But you cannot steal an egg.
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He never wanted to hurt a fly
The nicest man Ive known
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He’s a cold, dry soul
A heart that’s harder than stone
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White is plastered on walls,
And blue paints the day.
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The hourglass is empty
The clock's stopped.
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promises were meant to be broken
lies are meant to be told
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His eyes are a glassy black mirror
I see my reflection within
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Blue is the sky on a warm, spring day
Blue are the plates in my mother's kitchen
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On that dreadful day
At 4:08 he walked
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Up is like down when spirits fly
And the water swallows the sand
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houses sitting lonely
on slanted hillsides
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Words run dry
Thoughts collaborate together
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Silent tears replace the fatal pain
As the waves come crashing down
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