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As I drive away from you,your town,your back alleys overflowing with unforgotten memories-I wonder what the last song will be that I hear over your lo..
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One thing you’ve taught meis that I can't trust what I say when around you.My intentions- absolutely,I mean what I say entirely.The subject in r..
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If we were ever to hold hands,I imaginethey would look like piano keys.I wonderwhat songs they could play.
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I am trying to paint you a picture-of the hills and the valleysjust outside your doorwith the streets and the alleyslaid out to the shoreand just as I..
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I don't remember this night being so cold.I remember it being long,It was once an endless creeping dreamWhere I knew the only think to wake meWould be..
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When I look up at cloudsat first I see smoke,or maybe a giantjust floating there.But soon enough I see things changeand I find myself looking at your ..
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A plead for being present and for breaking away from pretending t believe the lies that you tell yourself.
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Just a little note.
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Why does it seem to holdthat it is easier to write about deaththan it is about love?Why must the two be mutually exclusive?Both offer the same skeleto..
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I am on a path,and I don't exactly know just where it wants to lead,but I don't intend on finding out.All around me,adjacent to my standing,are the fi..
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