Midnight OilThe days move to slow And I’ve got places to go As I try to unlearn what I already know I’ve got so much to do and so little to show So I’m burnin’ the Midnight OilMidnight Oil
For me to get in what I need, I’ll trade all my sleep, I’ll trade it all quick, and I’ll trade it for cheap, When I just can’t keep up with the standard upkeep, By burnin’ the Midnight Oil
‘Cause I’m just not that fast; I can’t quite make it last All the things I regret that I never got past I’m tryin’ to make time without goin’ too fast By burnin’ the Midnight Oil
Bad kindI’m the broken heart of a thousand little kids Who never found out how to stand up strong I’m made of perversions denied Just a mild obsession with fearing repercussions ‘Cause it’s a bad kind of day when your love is a weapon.Bad kind
I’m the crying eyes of a thousand little kids Who never saw through the bullshit for long I’m full of lies realigned Just a frantic conclusion drawn from bad news ‘Cause it’s a bad kind of mile in these beaten up shoes
I’m the missed chance of a thousand little kids Who never could tell the right from the wrong I’m in the past undefin
Shaky faithI’ve been let down again Things I trust are falling apart And I’ve got that sinking feeling Like I’ve spent all my time Between shams and lies I’m disappointed in ways That I never thought I could be So I’m stepping off my shaky faith today.Shaky faith
It’s a scary feeling, that first step And the closer you get, the worse it feels Right before you make it all the way You’d rather do anything else But they say that courage is action In the face of fear So I think I’ll use my little spine So I’m stepping off my shaky faith today
Nobody ever said
A place to beI need a place to be A place I need to never leave Made of pale shadows and Smoky dreams seen through mirrors Where color is just the remnants of emotion And the very air twists the light Like water in a glass I want to bathe in heatA place to be
And drift between death and sleep Paralyzed in vague pulses of pleasure I want a place free of logic and reason Where I can blend hope and sorrow And invent hues I’ve never felt before I want to be dragged under and inhale surrender To sink soft and slow forever, weaving In and out of lucidity and euphoria I want to b
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furious?
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TAKE ME DOWN TO THE PARADISE CITY WHERE THE GRASS IS GREEN AND THE GIRLS ARE PRETTY OH WONT YA PLEASE TAKE ME HOME
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TAKE ME DOWN TO THE PARADISE CITY WHERE THE GRASS IS GREEN AND THE GIRLS ARE PRETTY OH WONT YA PLEASE TAKE ME HOME
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TAKE ME DOWN TO THE PARADISE CITY WHERE THE GRASS IS GREEN AND THE GIRLS ARE PRETTY OH WONT YA PLEASE TAKE ME HOME
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TAKE ME DOWN TO THE PARADISE CITY WHERE THE GRASS IS GREEN AND THE GIRLS ARE PRETTY OH WONT YA PLEASE TAKE ME HOME
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TAKE ME DOWN TO THE PARADISE CITY WHERE THE GRASS IS GREEN AND THE GIRLS ARE PRETTY OH WONT YA PLEASE TAKE ME HOME
also, i wanted to thank you, your support for what little work i put out has been appreciated. i feel horrible, i should really be commenting on your stuff as well. but do know that i do read everything you write, i'm just usually too drunk to comment....
anyway... hope all is well... see ya around
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You dress to impress
the make-up will hide who you are
you dress to impress
the lies will hide what you want to be
you dress to impress
so you will be just a shadow
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TAKE ME DOWN TO THE PARADISE CITY WHERE THE GRASS IS GREEN AND THE GIRLS ARE PRETTY OH WONT YA PLEASE TAKE ME HOME
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