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By distant moon Date: 2008 Oct 07 Comment on this Work [[2008.10.07.19.23.27559]] |
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Burned bridges, you alone, turn faces into stone and ride off into the night; you're a martyr, murderer. You play the songs that I sing, and dream along as if with me. But then I find you, with another noose and it's not me bringing you down. Slide blades right into place, smile on one side of your face; and it's you that should be alone. Yes, you should be alone. But you sing those songs I sing and I dream all that we could be together. And yet I find you have another ball and chain and it's not me...bringing you down. |