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Being Away is vacation Coming home to vocation All the time lost, wasted So many moments constrained Lost, lost, lost is the whim Found is the voice Deepest regret Meets inevitable choice Screaming down receivers Chewing the fat, I was hoping for greatness How tragic is that? Nightmares come quietly Whilst shouting in sleep I address them quite calmly As they sneakily creep If you stop for a second Then you'll never get started Just keep chipping away Please don't get disheartened So we keep all the form Whilst removing the strain Always aware, That knowing is pain. Knowing is something, And that's all it is, If we could only stop knowing We'd really **** But whizzing is cheap And cheapness is poor I feel a lot richer, Asleep on the floor.
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC
Coming Back to Something.
Being Away is vacation Coming home to vocation All the time lost, wasted So many moments constrained Lost, lost, lost is the whim Found is the voice Deepest regret Meets inevitable choice Screaming down receivers Chewing the fat, I was hoping for greatness How tragic is that? Nightmares come quietly Whilst shouting in sleep I address them quite calmly As they sneakily creep If you stop for a second Then you'll never get started Just keep chipping away Please don't get disheartened So we keep all the form Whilst removing the strain Always aware, That knowing is pain. Knowing is something, And that's all it is, If we could only stop knowing We'd really **** But whizzing is cheap And cheapness is poor I feel a lot richer, Asleep on the floor.
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samuel-francis
English
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC
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