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May 2013
Stick a gun to my head
Cover me in gas

Bind my hands
And strike the match

We can share the last laugh
Together

Nothings better
Than nothing to lose

Inscribe it across my tomb

I'm too numb to care
Too dumb to stare into your eyes

Your enemy is mine

And I'm just fine
With dining alone

Just fine with not shining at all

I build the bridge to burn it down
Down so far it erects again

Watch me swim as slow as i can
Inhale the water and rise to land

I'm not the man I think I am

Not the man you think I am

I am merely a middle man
A fish on land

Throw back what you catch
If you can

Soaking wet
With burning hands
Michael W Noland
Written by
Michael W Noland  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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