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We're a long way from where we first started, But that isn't the end of the test. We're a long way into the mess we've made; At a pinnacle of distress. We're not very happy, we're not very sad. We're wandering, searching to find; The love and happiness that we all cherish; Yet what have we done with our minds? We search all around, search high and low; For something to fill the void. We do anything, we do everything; We're not humble; We get annoyed. We're not all fit for the life of good will; Most of us live in big lies. Not fighting for life, just fighting for thrill; We need to cease this demise. We're not always paying attention to h

That girl over there says she’s six feet under. Are dead and awesome the same, I wonder? That girl could straight set fire to thunder. And that girl is right on time. That girl could turn the night right into day. Within that kiss, you won’t notice, anyway. A hint of love, and a hint of lime. That girl, one of a kind. For I’ve been down this road before. Shattered crystal heart, but I still want more. She picks up the pieces and kisses them, lord. That girl, I hope she’s mine. (Oh. Oh-oh, oh.) I might be fallin’ in love. (Oh. Oh-oh, oh.) With you, to~night! (Oh. Oh-oh, oh.) I might be fallin’ in love. (O

I saw you today, you were in a state. You needed a friend or a hug. I knew you for not having to give, just to take. I hoped that you'd be someone's target to mug. But I looked at myself, my thoughts staining my words. I cleaned them up in a jiffy. I went inside your humble home; And I thought I might just stay spiffy. And it's times like these, we learn to live again. It's times like these, we give and give, again. It's times like these, I wish I had a friend. It's you and me, dying until the end. I saw you drink up all my wine; Smoke without recourse. In my head, you're doing time. I am not a beaten horse. Is it me or is it you? I know '

To travel by far, by foot or by car; On boat or dinghy or tree. I would do anything, just for your love. I don't think very highly of me, you see. I don't jump very high, I don't throw very far. I can't sing with the grass or the reed. But you, of the light, you'll love me, despite; The fear of my loathing of me. You're kind, you're lovely, you're an angel of sorts. You tolerate the crimes of the blind. I don't know why you love me but I love you so. It's an honor to call you "mine". You're a spirit of earth, grounded and true. Your beauty is greatly sublime. I love you more than the sun loves the stars. I'll love you throughout all of time.

"If thi~ink that a kiss is al~l in the lips-- C'mon... You've got~ it all wrong~ man." And if ten tons of bricks and a Fallopia flip doesn't light up your tires then you're a pacifist. And if I can't rev you one more time by offering kinetic bliss, you're a wreck, not a rider, who may one day take the easy quit. But if you can't die happy, you can at least die bored, and prove to the sky and sun you weren't just a lord-- On your own throne and not to be despised or abhorred because you can try real hard to be worth a good mourn. But if you can't find a way to be good in a token, the memories you have not worth two cents or unspoken, It's n

Reeking of the sleek and desolate of tone, spent in a life of angles and ruin. I once saw the gunslinging man. He was a small fighter of figure made for stone, a land faring man of the truants. He never reached out for a hand. He spent his life in others and none for a cause, and this is the only facade he displayed. Though hunting bandits and wicked martyrs was his only discord, he was still a man of dismay. He did not reveal that the world was once his, brought to him by his father; before him. Trained for a healthy life of hard-earned living, he'd learn to never let the world simply bore him. He is a stalwart warrior, a genuine her

Fences in a row, to remember in a hold, wired and protected in a row, like a mold. The band breaks in strides and drives the planks to the sounds and scents. If only your necessary silhouette joined the dissi-dissi-dissidents. Hold on, it's better un~done, If you're really on your own; Thinking this is fun. Fea~thers, falling from drapes. Fold her into pieces, Tie her up and lace. The notes hang high and I play for you with every step. Though your chair is vacant, I still think you're the best. Someone else sits there, but only for the night. When I get home, you'll still drive me to flight. Hold on, it's better un~done, If