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Jul 2010
you stand in the street waiting for your confidence

It's all in your mind, the dankness  and the fight

wish you'd have stayed silent and in the right

it broke you apart and you suddenly became a sore sight


All men to their battle stations

we've got ourselves a little situation

despite our most elaborate walls constructed to keep it out

Doubt has found a loop hole and stole what it's all about


I tried to drink the pride of an innocent that died

that night you gave up your independence

And now you're aggravated by anything that shines


Well I can carry you till the end of this gravel road

leading to our humble abode

But you've got to invent a new way to travel

something that your footsteps won't unravel

solid ground seems impossible until your pace is slowed

and sometimes I wish it didn't ever show


We drank the pride of the innocence that prematurely died

with hopes of losing our crooked stride

but with incredible gravity our atmosphere was denied
Written by
Catherine
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