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You like me better when inebriated You want me; flying high Lost all sense of inhibitions But with truth and sobriety Comes silence and disregard Misunderstood Timeless lack of knowing Always running circles Around your silly empty head Searching for some way out To escape I think you want to feel But rather numbing simple accessibility Trumps all other efforts of freedom And of chance To know how To feel To understand and to be understood Flying high, blind in all sublime numbness Terrified to love what is so painless To accept as is Never questioning purpose or potential It is all lost; flying high No love to lose No chance to gain No mind to cherish No one else to blame Silent nights You think of another But you end up the fool No one will answer Your words Just flying high
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 6:54 PM UTC
Flying High
You like me better when inebriated You want me; flying high Lost all sense of inhibitions But with truth and sobriety Comes silence and disregard Misunderstood Timeless lack of knowing Always running circles Around your silly empty head Searching for some way out To escape I think you want to feel But rather numbing simple accessibility Trumps all other efforts of freedom And of chance To know how To feel To understand and to be understood Flying high, blind in all sublime numbness Terrified to love what is so painless To accept as is Never questioning purpose or potential It is all lost; flying high No love to lose No chance to gain No mind to cherish No one else to blame Silent nights You think of another But you end up the fool No one will answer Your words Just flying high
becky-gold
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becky-gold
Canadian
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 6:54 PM UTC
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