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This time

SnowFrog

Bluelighter
Joined
Dec 27, 2002
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Location
PA
raindown gray sky, rain down
my circiuts need cleaning, and my pattern is set to repeat
my lungs hurt from screaming, and all this charity makes me sick,
in the next world war, in the neon lights of battle, i can only hope an airbag saves my life.
I was born unfinished, able to operate fast german cars and tv remote controls
i hope i make it back in time to say "nice to see you"
i was scared the whole time, i needed you there the whole time
but now she dies and we all do, everything is falling down
somehow, yeah
in my mind, all this time, all i touch turns to stones,
i didn't want to make breathing hard for you, i never meant to lose or disconnect you.
I am blue and cracking up, turning to stone.
plastic plans i copped from a rubber man, he looked tired,
and i was wore out but it looked like the real thing (not reconstructed or emulated) set in a tone just for me, tasted like love to me, and i couldnt help the feeling,
but it certainly wears me out
 
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