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Jul 2010
Let's say a godsend is just a dishonorable mention
and that we improve ourselves with our own inventions.
Then, would we have the right intention
to merely carry on without discretion?

Let's say that you and I are real
and these miracles that plain to see.
Let's take two steps back and fit the bill,
while the ticket still has vacancy.

I propose that we just live
and swear to you I'll die by this.
Connect our senses with a kiss.
Let's breed romance with hopelessness.

I live and die by what I know
and always question what I'm told.
I'd like to see what you can show.
Your privacy is getting old.
Written by
Nick Burns  Ash Tree Lane
(Ash Tree Lane)   
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