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 Mar 2016 A
Paul Sheridan Sanchez
If you listen you'll hear
Perfect sight blue sky's
Crisp and clear
No fear
Of this emotional tear
Near from far
Far from near
If life's a car
Which direction will you steer
Uncontrollable passion
Good intentions never lasting
Unbarring a scream
A question
Forgiveness is what he' asking
A painful lesson as year is passing
There's a fine line between crying and laughing
And I don't know, If I ever did you wrong
And I don't know, if I'm causing any harm
And I don't know, however long I'll be alone
No I don't know, if I'll ever make it home
Beg for mercy, But mercy never comes
Thirsty To add
Out comes all bad
Negative sum
Sad he's on the run
It's a gangster fashion
Life's all done
Point your finger
And I'll point my gun
Flash before your eyes and now he's blasting
Day to night
Night to day
Times a waste
Make these stakes
The price you'll pay
Dead awake you'll stay
And I don't know, If I ever did you wrong
And I don't know, if I'm causing any harm
And I don't know, however long I'll be alone
No I don't know, if I'll ever make it home
Gotta have patience to love
Gotta have love for patience
Gotta spend time to make it
Doesn't cost a dime when tainted
Blemish the facts when naked
Affectionately high maintenance
Painless desire to despair the fire
Gasping for air unable to compare
The choking stare in your hopelessness glare
Radically reaching higher and higher
Entirely growing more tired and tired
Previous lost of grip, as you struggle and slip
Back to the start, It's a never ending trip
So I make my stance while evil dance
Sticks to lance. Mill armor to pants
And I don't know, If I ever did you wrong
And I don't know, if I'm causing any harm
And I don't know, how ever long I'll be alone
No I don't know, if I'll ever make it home
 Mar 2016 A
Paul Sheridan Sanchez
I got played
Price is right
Bob Barker ***** made
Cold where I laid
The lies are bug poison
Raid
Heart to stone
What a trade
It was a love fade
I made she took
I cooked she ate
The price I payed
Heart Burn
Some one get the rollade
For ever I compensate
Incomplete never to communicate
The tape rolled on and on
This life has passed as I hallucinate
All yells
I panic
My world's havic
Can't hear nor see
To much static
Times divison minus plus
My curse is mathematic
Drama fanatic
Isn't she fantastic
Its all tragic
Plastic
Sarrow stick It must be black mangic
And I'm the magnetic

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