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Appendages flailing, you're running at me. Ferocious,
tenaciously clawing at me. The devious gelatin holding
me fast. Miraculous now you let me move past. Over the
wall rushing rivers of sleaze. The tips of stalactites incising
my knee. A slipper, a sand dollar day at the shore. Nice
evening at home that I dread even more.
Would you please, Make clear to me, I'm peering out
through your opacity. Though you rehearse, Tomorrow's
verse, Forgive me if I don't sing in your key
Look back on those days when my life was a haze. The
gelatin lay on a truncated sleig
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Eede/MacMichael
Little Johnny's painting in his picture book
Pinning all his hopes on toy balloons
But no one taught him how to sing "Jerusalem" at school
Someone's always dicking with the tunes
It's a beautiful day for the children to play
(Isn't that what this should be?)
It's a beautiful world and you're free as a bird
(Ain't no bad thing to believe)
It's a beautiful game and the rules never change
(Isn't that what it should be?)
Isn't this the garden of Gethsemane?
Isn't this where all the children play?
Little Johnny's painting
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we were sharing so many words and feelings
age is heavier, it seems, than years alone
but, i told you things i wouldn't dream of telling anyone
are we drifting out, like flowers from a forgotten someone
don't go away
i can't feel the same without you
we were making so many plans and secrets
we would both be millionaires or kings or presidents
but like everything those little dreams
just kind of came and went
hard now just to make end meet
how soon we al forget
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Is it yours
Is it mine
I was never the kind who could draw the line
Are you free
Unforgiven
Is this the kind of world you could live in
It's alright
The light is on
The darkness has run to hide
It's alright
The light is on
But the darkness is just outside
Outside your window
Beating down
Making the sound of the rain
Drive you crazy
Make you lazy
You know it's only the rain
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