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It was one hundred degrees As we sat beneath a willow tree Who's tears didn't care, they just hung in the air And refused to fall, to fall
And I knew I'd made horrible call And now the state line felt like the Berlin Wall And there was no doubt about which side I was on
Cause I built you a home in my heart With rotten wood, and it decayed from the start Cause you can't find nothing at all If there was nothing there all along No, you can't find nothing at all If there was nothing there all along
I braved treacherous streets And kids strung out on homemade speed And we shared a bed in which I could not sleep At all, woohoo woohoooo
Cause at night the sun in the tree Made the skyline look like crooked teeth In the mouth of a man who was devouring us both
You're so cute when you're slurring your speech But they're closing the bar and they want us to leave And you can't find nothing at all If there was nothing there all along No, you can't find nothing at all If there was nothing there all along
I'm a war of head versus heart And it's always this way My head is weak, my heart always speaks Before I know what it will say
And you can't find nothing at all If there was nothing there all along No, you can't find nothing at all If there was nothing there all along |
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nyc penthouse until aug. call and come visit.
908-342-0899.
PEACE BITCHES 
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| - Chocolate. -
This could be the very minute I'm aware I'm alive All these places feel like home With a name I'd never chosen I can make my first steps As a child of 25 This is the straw, final straw in the Roof of my mouth as I lie to you Just because I'm sorry doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it at the time You're the only thing that I love It scares me more every day On my knees I think clearer Goodness knows I saw it coming Or at least I'll claim I did But in truth I'm lost for words What have I done it's too late for that What have I become truth is nothing yet A simple mistake starts the hardest time I promise I'll do anything you ask... this time. |
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| - A teacher asked Paul what he would remember from third grade, and he sat a long time before writing "this year sumbody tuched me on the sholder" and turned his paper in. Later she showed it to me as an example of her wasted life. The words he wrote were large as houses in a landscape. He wanted to go inside them and live, he could fill in the windows of "o" and "d" and be safe while outside birds building nests in drainpipes knew nothing of the coming rain.
--Naomi Shihab Nye
swallow me then spit me out. for hating you i blame myself. seeing you it kills me now. no, i don't cry on the outside anymore. |
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| homecoming
J // x3 |
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