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Sep 2011
the open sore runneth long
the pain is very great
we
pretend it aint
.........
we are as the dead
__
tiny little footsteps
dance on burning streets
we sing
........
in the
momentary
.
resting up for tomorrow's ******
...
gettin ******
gettin laid
......
all the "celebrity"
seems like happiness
we pretend to be
...human...
we aint
___
im here within
the light that is love that is the power
im here with your soul
awaiting your body
to join in the celebration
..........
.............
how long will you pretend?
how long will you suffer?
.
how long ....how long
will the open sore runneth?
how long ...how long
will you pretend you aint?
Written by
jeffrey robin
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