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There is a tide Roaring up to my toes As I am glued To this crummy sand This sand was God's plan To bread the ashes So we can store it in Poseidon's belly I was the leftovers From the City Hopkins Dance Be kind The sob stories Are locked up With the " how do you do's" And the "I'm feeling fine" There is a tide Roaring up to my knees People need to stop pleading If they noticed me Lurking in the shadows Tied down behind them They were too busy With the racket ***** on recess Maybe I could believe in it Every white lie Wiped across their unconcerned faces. There is a tide Roaring up to my wounded heart Yes the heart The heart that lays in my chest The same chest that you laid on Strawberries That was the last thing I remember About you
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
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There is a tide Roaring up to my toes As I am glued To this crummy sand This sand was God's plan To bread the ashes So we can store it in Poseidon's belly I was the leftovers From the City Hopkins Dance Be kind The sob stories Are locked up With the " how do you do's" And the "I'm feeling fine" There is a tide Roaring up to my knees People need to stop pleading If they noticed me Lurking in the shadows Tied down behind them They were too busy With the racket ***** on recess Maybe I could believe in it Every white lie Wiped across their unconcerned faces. There is a tide Roaring up to my wounded heart Yes the heart The heart that lays in my chest The same chest that you laid on Strawberries That was the last thing I remember About you
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
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