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By Hedvig Date: 2001 Nov 30 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.30.12.16.28395]] |
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Your life is pure fiction the world you reside you've built a facade while you hide deep inside The mall where you live with your plaza of deals your bittersweet bargains your discounted steals You emulate feelings which you don't really have the syrup you pour from the heart you once had You've spread out your blanket and expect me to crawl to lap up your words that you deceitfully scrawl I'm afraid your contagious like a fever cold flu if I purchase your lies I'll become just like you I hear your train coming with it's luster and shine all polished and svelte and looking quite fine I won't buy a ticket it's a high price to pay the ride is too costly I'll find some other way . |