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If we were both much younger would we be able to satisfy our hunger? Would we still find new trails to blaze? Or split a case as our hearts begin to race? If we could do it all again, would we do it all the same? Or break the mold in a reckless quest for fame? What I would give For a second chance, for one final dance. If we could get along, then maybe it wouldn't matter who was wrong. Could we put it all behind us? Or would it be like popping pimples full of pus? Another morning routine before our daily dose of caffeine. If we had never met, would I still have these regrets? Who would be in my thoughts as my fingers pushed against these frets? My mind is in need of a recess, but I know tonight will be sleepless.
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Jan 3, 2011
Jan 3, 2011 at 4:30 PM UTC
Insomnia
If we were both much younger would we be able to satisfy our hunger? Would we still find new trails to blaze? Or split a case as our hearts begin to race? If we could do it all again, would we do it all the same? Or break the mold in a reckless quest for fame? What I would give For a second chance, for one final dance. If we could get along, then maybe it wouldn't matter who was wrong. Could we put it all behind us? Or would it be like popping pimples full of pus? Another morning routine before our daily dose of caffeine. If we had never met, would I still have these regrets? Who would be in my thoughts as my fingers pushed against these frets? My mind is in need of a recess, but I know tonight will be sleepless.
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Jan 3, 2011
Jan 3, 2011 at 4:30 PM UTC
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