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Sep 2011
it's all fair game, unfairly played

sustained by design, overwhelmed with mistakes

we blunder in, and guess the way

and can't go back the way we came !



it's all a bit fuzzy now, but lovely in the light somehow the loveliness is all about

how absolutely you pollute me ~

beautiful



the game remains the game you face

a game of turns that leaves  you where you stand all day

in the shadow of a throbbing little bass

the drum of your heart goes boom always always

' all a bit a fuzzy now, the hours take their time and now an hour lasts an hour past

the time i knew it used too

things were simple

now it's you

things were impossible

now they're true

and it only hurts because

it hurts

and love hasn't loved her enough

till you die

and even then

you loved her more than ever Love knew how

now breathe, here comes the new words that try to say something

i think about all day and they fall upon your perfect lips

like a flock of swans upon a lake of fire

in the snow
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
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