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By distant moon Date: 2001 May 30 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.30.13.45.15454]] |
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There wasn't much more to us than... And all the stars in the sky were crying I didn't have it in my soul To tell you you had lost control And everyone around us begged To sing it again, and I... Couldn't help but slightly recognize Your facial scars and loaded goodbyes The same old stupid soapbox stand, That you preach upon... There wasn't much more to you than... And all the heavens started rolling You didn't have it in yourself To tell me that I was... Not the man that you needed Something so close to complicated Figure out yourself and then you'll see through me And I sing it again that we were... Bold and beautiful, but constantly recognizable To all the people that knew us once before And we were dealin' with Preachers, thieves and politicians So close to our lives ambitions Until that day you looked at me Opened up your mouth... "There wasn't much more to us than..." "There wasn't much more to me than..." "There wasn't much more to us than life..." "And I'm quite alright with that." |