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| "some things you just can't fake." [this has to end.] Heres to new beginnings: www.xanga.com/elevenfiveohfive "I guess that it's typical to cling to memories you'll never get back again, and to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know. And there, below his frozen face, you wrote the name and that ancient date, and you can't believe he is really gone- When all that's left is a fucking song.
I'm sorry about the phone call and waking you; I know that it's late, but thank you for talking, because I needed to. Some things just can't wait."
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| never leave a job half done. "blood stains on the carpet,
blood stains on my hands.
drag her toward the kitchen,
hide the evidence.
oh the toil a lie can bring-
that quitters never know,
but lies can be the perfect things-
if they never show.
the crisis posed a question
just beneath the skin.
the virtue in my veins repl[ied]
that, 'quitters never win.'
[I] almost ruined everything." | | |
| "I will pay you before I die." Do you look for hope in other people's eyes?
Well, that may be your worst redemption.
Do you feed and clothe yourself?
Well, that may be your best defense.
Great expectations, so they say...
I am the snow
I am the snow
I happen to be the snow. | | |
| A ghost through the dark void said "What do you want? What do you want?" I can't tell him. "Calm yourself down, Phil, be calm. You'll find that the beautiful long braids that you fawn over-- aching to own-- do in fact sway for you, though not you alone.
There is also that gold in your palm, on your shoulder, and everywhere, where it belongs.
So don't try to say, 'spring is my own private dawn!'
...because us braids and cute faces make moms-- and more laughing and licking and kids and their mouths, all living their lives in the throng." | | |
| "Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth... Oh no love! You're not alone...
You're watching yourself, but you're too unfair. You got your head all tangled up, but if I could only make you care... Oh no love! you're not alone...
No matter what or who you've been, no matter when or where you've seen-- all the knives seem to lacerate your brain. I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain
You're not alone...
gimme your hands, 'cause you're wonderful
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