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By distant moon Date: 2007 Sep 04 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.04.21.51.10066]] |
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It's the same old feeling I must have missed, I must've passed it up. But I am afraid that you came too fast and I just can't keep up. Oh no. And I'm a bad influence on you. I can't couple all these moves, to a better dance step. Oh, I know I'm not going to cry but I keep on crashing over time and I bleed for everyone who's alone and I'll love you to the end of hope... and we go. We go, we go. Yesterday ends faster and faster still I'm addicted to your subtle brown eyes pill and I can't control...myself. And I'm just a wasted youth; a port-a-potty mouth, and I can not keep it down. No. And I'm a bad influence on you. I can't seem to tangle all these moves, into a better dance step. So track your dreams on sonar screens, you're leaving Earth in uber flashlight beams. You're a lightning bolt, and we go. We go. |