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,
New Born Blues
One day, I said, to the Lord, A whispered prayer, over my shoulder, One day I will know. One day you will show me, What it is in me, That ...
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I don't wanna be your drone And I don't wanna work from home I don't wanna end up all alone So I'm on strike, I won'...
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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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Let Me In I don't stand at the door and knock, It's not that my calls on the phone go unanswered, It's not that you forget to ...
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