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A little girl and her father broke into my house Their aim was to steal my daddy’s records Later they said it was to open a bar There were way more records there than I remembered Crates and boxes stacked on top of each other They let me keep some of the Doors’ records I don’t know how they knew I liked that band I panicked, knowing how long my dad had kept and preserved his collection My sister showed up somewhere, somehow I asked her to call the police, but she refused and refused I was bewildered I finally got a phone, but it didn’t work. I found a gun But it was a water gun It shot out pink goo at the offenders Finally I flashed to the scene of a hollowed out lake We must have looked like witches and wizards Flying on our homemade broomsticks Soaring just below the clouds Swan-diving into pillows of treetops The feeling was indescribable- Being in control Until a sister sold me down the river Placed you on sale to the highest bidder Words were exchanged My heart took flight and was broken God and the devil were in cahoots that night.
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Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
Only in Dreams...
A little girl and her father broke into my house Their aim was to steal my daddy’s records Later they said it was to open a bar There were way more records there than I remembered Crates and boxes stacked on top of each other They let me keep some of the Doors’ records I don’t know how they knew I liked that band I panicked, knowing how long my dad had kept and preserved his collection My sister showed up somewhere, somehow I asked her to call the police, but she refused and refused I was bewildered I finally got a phone, but it didn’t work. I found a gun But it was a water gun It shot out pink goo at the offenders Finally I flashed to the scene of a hollowed out lake We must have looked like witches and wizards Flying on our homemade broomsticks Soaring just below the clouds Swan-diving into pillows of treetops The feeling was indescribable- Being in control Until a sister sold me down the river Placed you on sale to the highest bidder Words were exchanged My heart took flight and was broken God and the devil were in cahoots that night.
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Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
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