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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Nov 12 Comment on this Work [[2003.11.12.22.51.8842]] |
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Call us a surgeon 'cause we're locked at the lips Help us please plumber 'cause we're locked at the hips We're belted onto this old merry go round Crying inside but not making a sound These are the thoughts I wake up to each day I just can't seem to keep your ghost at bay The wolf is quite long gone from the door Why do I keep waking up on the floor I know the closing you spoke of can't be But I only wanted one more chance to see That unconditional love isn't always enough Without trust and hope, it's a pillow of fluff Words empty and helpless that sound pretty good Like lighting a fire with two sticks of green wood Our vision obscured by the smoke and the sweat Roll the wheel of fortune and see what we get |