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By distant moon Date: 2007 Nov 28 Comment on this Work [[2007.11.28.01.15.8896]] |
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I've broken molds, profit on souls...and lies; all to see your lips would change. Help me, baby, save me again, with words. And I'll act your favorite plays. But I'm trapped, I'm drowning I am lost under the lake though you've got x-ray vision you're just staring right past...my face. I've barely moved not an inch...to gain, but I think my path may change. Truly believe, I've got the most to gain, but I think my path may change. Sell me out, and take us to the ends of the Earth, show me Eden...and Bloomingdales so I may never once again...be loved. Take your time with my handling show me off, to your friends, I'm your desperate hero, love, and I'm dying to be led...away. |