Lost and found,
I lost my ground,
I heard a sound,
And hit the town,
I paint it red,
I want it dead,
Now I lay me down to bed,
And block out the noise I've come to dread,
The noise of unrequited dreams,
The silence that will haunt my screams,
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I find the cool channels between buildings where the wind finds flow, This breeze block, asphalt, concrete complex, Where the radiance of ...
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Of all I have seen, She holds the scene, Sure and serene, Still as a dragonfly, Whose wings defy vision to hold her there, The effortle...
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When honest becomes your brand, you'd better shut up shop The truth of you for sale, the under hand slides up top, Your candour on dema...
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