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posted on Friday, June 01, 2007 @ 6/01/2007 09:54:00 PM | back to the top.
Light the paper, wait for the all clear,Like a fuse I burn for you dear, Like a flower that yearns for moisture, My roots are tangled and I’ve got no choice dear. You’ve got to remember, I got a heart condition, Just listen closer, every fourth beat is missing If it ain’t missing then it’s skipping. It’s good for nothing is it good enough for you? I hate to see your heart breaking. But I’ll hold it safe in my hands. I don’t know if my words can bind it together, But that’s all I know how to do. I ain’t got much, but a lopsided smile and a lovesick recital. A love so surreal, it seems mystical. I ain't got much, but mumbled comforts and sweet nothings. A love will you accept from this foolish thing? |
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