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To see you when I wake up. Is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do. Is a three-fold, Utopian dream. You do something to me that I can't explain. So would I be ou
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Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy?. Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore?. Maybe it's me but this line isn't going anywhere. Maybe if we looked hard enough, we could
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I hear you on the radio. You permeate my screen. It's unkind but if I met you in a scissor fight. I'd cut off both your wings on principle alone. On principle alone Hey megalomaniac. You're no Je
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In my fantasy, Im a pantomime. Ill just move my hands and everyone sees what I mean. Words are too messy and its way past time. To hand in my mouth, paint my face white and try To reinvent the sea,
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I dig my toes into the sand. The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds. Strewn across a blue blanket. I lean against the wind Pretend that I am weightless. And in this moment I am happy, happy I wi
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Blink and you miss a beat. Keep one of your eyes open at all times. Think that you're on the brink. The * hasn't even begun to hit the fan. Consequence, you'll see, will be. Stranger than a gang
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Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy?. Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore?. Maybe it's me but this line isn't going anywhere. Maybe if we looked hard enough, we could
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I'd like to close my eyes, go numb. But there's a cold wind coming from. The top of the highest high rise today It's not a breeze 'cuz it blows hard. Yes and it wants me to discard. The humanity I
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Pardon me while I burst. Pardon me while I burst A decade ago, I never thought I would be at twenty three. On the verge of spontaneous combustion, woe is me. But I guess that it comes with the terr
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I am bottled, fizzy water, and you are shaking me up. You are a fingernail, runnin' down the chalkboard. I thought I left in third grade. Now my only, consolation, is that this could not last forev
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Blink and you miss a beat. Keep one of your eyes open at all times. Think that you're on the brink. The * hasn't even begun to hit the fan. Consequence, you'll see, will be. Stranger than a gang
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