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Jul 2010
You come around like loops in songs.
I'm always here, but I always seem gone.

You've been eating lies like Christians eat god.
I've been denying that I could ever be wrong.

You make me feel as small as a pin.
I make you feel unimaginably big.

You are a standard held entirely too high.
I'm just another sad sack,  I'm just another guy.
NBURNS 2010
Written by
Nick Burns  Ash Tree Lane
(Ash Tree Lane)   
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