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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 6:31 am
They whisper phrases. Nothing changes. Just their thoughts. Their eyes will follow, likes so hollow. They're so lost. It's the same page. Such rage applied to the fire. Just have a seat and I'll explain why it's denial. Stay awhile...
Chorus: Cut-out copies of people like mirrors. No, I'm not perfect, but at least I'm a dreamer. You can't change me. You'll try to make me what's your right... You all accuse me, that I'm using this as height. So I'll surrender, but you'll never take me in. Cause I'm a slave for myself.. I'm afraid, you'll never win.
Who ever told you, you held a higher place? We all watched you break, but with such grace. Without a trace of hate I meet your eyes... I recognized the millions of those lies. So now we know you were never right. no, you were never right...And to think i almost gave myself up for;
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Point out a life of simpleness, and you don't give a care. Then lay eyes on one of us...You all stop and stare. Crashing down these lives are turned to hells. We're anything but well. Deal with what we're dealt... But don't dare listen to their yells... No don't listen. We're ourselves...
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No, don't listen. Don't dare listen. Cause they are all just duplicates... Take a breath...cause we are all their mess.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 12:41 pm
That's beautiful....so beautiful in soo many ways. Great job! biggrin
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