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I was a child once. The fear of the world in my eyes. Far from the safety of the other side. I colored by numbers. Learned how to tie my own shoes. Like all the others. I was just. Afraid I'd m
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Son, she said, have I got a little story for you. What you thought was your daddy was nothin' but a. While you were sittin' home alone at age thirteen. Your real daddy was dyin', sorry you didn't s
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If he came down from heaven and cleared the lines from your face. Said so long to the mistakes and questions and start over again. Look in his eyes; you'll find your own reflection, a face of hardsh
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I'm writing the words to this song with a poison pen. I'm turning a straw into gold and then back again. When you used to be my friend. Before you turned your back on me in the end I'm building a b
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I see the world. Feel the chill. Which way to go. Windowsill. I see the words. On a rocking horse of time. I see the birds in the rain. . Oh dear dad. Can you see me now. I am myself. Like
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I want to walk through this doorway. I want to open my mind. I want to pledge my allegiance to all I can find. I want a car that will crash through the barriers. To a road no one knows. I want to
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I'm easy, just a couple of words that you've got to say. And it frees me from the godawful eyes when it sees me. And you said, "You're never gonna make it. Boy, you'll never make it alone" Ooh ah Y
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I admit it. What's to say. Yeah. I'll relive it. Without pain. Mmm. Backstreet lover on the side of the road. I got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explode. I got a sixteen gauge buried unde
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At home. Drawing pictures. Of mountain tops. With him on top. Lemon yellow sun. Arms raised in a V. Dead lay in pools of maroon below. . Dadd
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Son, she said, have I got a little story for you. What you thought was your daddy was nothin' but a. While you were sittin' home alone at age thirteen. Your real daddy was dyin', sorry you didn't s
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What the * is this world. Running to?. . You didn't leave a message. At least I could have. Heard your voice one last time. . Daily minefield. This could be my time. How 'bout you?. Would yo
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I see the world. Feel the chill. Which way to go. Windowsill. I see the words. On a rocking horse of time. I see the birds in the rain. . Oh dear dad. Can you see me now. I am myself. Like
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My life in the D is a tragicomedy, a poetic verse. Its voodoo, some say black magic ettouffe, a dead mans curse. Its just like the Egyptian tombs, tunnels leading to empty rooms. Skeptics think its
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(Benson/Falkner). . Met a girl, introduced myself. I asked her go to with me and no one else. And she said "I'd really like to see you everyday. But I'm afraid of what my friends might say. You
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She don't wander in, don't wander in here, she. She don't wander in here, don't wander in here. The direction of the eye, so misleading. The defection of the soul, nauseously quick. I don't questi
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Hey. Ooo. Sheets of empty canvas. Untouched sheets of clay. Were laid spread out before me. As her b
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Hey. Ooo. Sheets of empty canvas. Untouched sheets of clay. Were laid spread out before me. As her b
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Hold on to the thread. The currents will shift. Guide me towards you. Know something's left. And we're all allowed to dream. Of the next time we touch. . You don't have to stray. The oceans aw
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Freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again. Oh, Feelin' maybe he'll see a little better, set a days, ooh yeah. Oh, hand out, face
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I admit it. What's to say. Yeah. I'll relive it. Without pain. Mmm. Backstreet lover on the side of the road. I got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explode. I got a sixteen gauge buried unde
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Maybe if I lay real still. It will go away, maybe it will. Maybe this time I won't budge. Maybe I just need a little nudge Maybe this time I won't flinch. Maybe this time it might be a sinch. May
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At home. Drawing pictures. Of mountain tops. With him on top. Lemon yellow sun. Arms raised in a V. Dead lay in pools of maroon below. . Dadd
