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On ladders about to give way, I'm having guitarist's block. Waterfalls on the freeway... Streets bathed in virtual light, Golden luminescent glare. Strangers stand in the driveway... Screens are broken wide open, Worthless tokens, I'm smokin'. Flies are chokin', who's jokin'? Souls have spoken, cheeks swollen. Passers-by leaning forward To meet the grade of the ground Climbing roads in search of more words... Dreams, we've found, are untoward Interrupted by that sound. Deep inside, their very core hurts... Met you crying under spotlights When we were frying, it was alright. Echos bouncing off the black skies Faucets leaking in the night.
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Jan 7, 2011
Jan 7, 2011 at 6:21 PM UTC
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On ladders about to give way, I'm having guitarist's block. Waterfalls on the freeway... Streets bathed in virtual light, Golden luminescent glare. Strangers stand in the driveway... Screens are broken wide open, Worthless tokens, I'm smokin'. Flies are chokin', who's jokin'? Souls have spoken, cheeks swollen. Passers-by leaning forward To meet the grade of the ground Climbing roads in search of more words... Dreams, we've found, are untoward Interrupted by that sound. Deep inside, their very core hurts... Met you crying under spotlights When we were frying, it was alright. Echos bouncing off the black skies Faucets leaking in the night.
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Jan 7, 2011
Jan 7, 2011 at 6:21 PM UTC
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