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twisted on the side-lines,
you can't see,
nor can I,
crooked words,
head down time's rocky road,
bring us new lies,
our li..
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when the sun had finally risen on sleeping eyes
asleep for long evenings,
realizing these dreams that had lead me down
with such a lov..
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as I stretch my fingers in this moment,
too hooked for my brain to not reach out
this ghost can't be real,
oh what a time it is
to..
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when I look back at the times
time wasted on little useless details,
it makes me sick,
to think that I let these details get in the wa..
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one evening,
glasses going round,
hearts full of life,
and souls shining bright,
the voices around speak of new beginnings, speaki..
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I lay down at night
swarmed by your image,
I wake in the morning
sighs of helpless contrite,
crawling through the door by lunch
..
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SONGS OF MY
CHILDHOOD
Waiting
at the station the wind blows of cold ice to my heart
My
brain drowned too far into the tunes of old days l..
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A WOMAN ON MY
MIND TONIGHT
oh
such soft cheeks of sweet roses I do miss
what
rare and radiant lips too gentle for a kiss
she
just may..
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for a woman that changed my world. a goodbye, i must chase my dreams.
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the wind is blowing down from the northeast againwaves splashing up the side of this boatmy sails are up and pointingup tothe starslaying here driftin..
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