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I've never felt like I belonged Always hanging aroun the edge
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Tickle your fancy and make you believe I am her or him
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Fetch forward those who have dared Dared to dream and dared to burn
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You speak of 'Her' All the time
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No one gathered to mourn the day Oliver died
Perhaps his friends didn't notice
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A piece of me died today...
He was my baby, my best friend, my pal
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Stories whisper down your wrists and thighs
Songs of pain and sadness
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I just might as well have realized
That are love was never real
For that second I saw you walking down north main street
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This lands seems to hold me back
The grip on my ankle tight and sticky red clay mud
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Forgiven seemed to echo...
Loudly, silently, oddly enchanting
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All alone surrounded by millions
Colors brilliant against the gray hues
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Listening to the sound of violins and flutes
Playing softly in my ears.. these headphones and extension of self
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Words spoken in silence… it seems
A figure behind a mask
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Tender moments spent in the embrace of another
Memories and moments come and gone like
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Time gone in a flash,
Seconds forgotten...
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I've watched from afar for so long
Your eyes have haunted my dreams
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She stood before him and the throne
Her eyes defiant though her posture
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Bare skin shameless, the verses bare of unneeded folds of complexity
Beautiful with the stark pallid tones of skin and light
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Cocoon me baby deep with in your
Endorphin laced Eden
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Wind whispered wrapping
Strands of starless night silky hair
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Beauty rests / Within the soul, / To be found every morning. / Bright, in the reflection / Of face, with hair / Messed from sleep. / Everyone is beautiful / If only we all could believe
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bless this home / warmed by th heat of the heart / send the light of the angels / To keep all who reside safe and sound / In this a home, a sanctuary / From the real world
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Don't look at me like that / I told you I'd let you down / And i told you i was broken before you found me / And I told you can't fix me /
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What have I become? / I've seen this face a millions times. / Looking back at me through the silvered mirror glass / The face seems strang
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Time was lost in the pale nothingness of life / Years, and centuries. The lust for that liquid / Like fire through the veins / Tumbling thr
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Lips the color of autumn seemed to find me / In that silent goodbye / As I tried to erase all my traces and sleep out the door / My tong
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It's a place that few have been / This place I call my own / It's a bit messy / Perhaps a disaster area / If you want / But in this place, i'm safest / And free to let the facade fall / The be
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And the from the grave his ghostly visage came Pointing onward ever onward His holy warriors
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There is always that one person waiting for you, Waiting for you to look their way...
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