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Feb 2014
The way you talk to me reminds me
It brings to the front of my mind how
I used to be when everybody and everything
Were doused in that acid washed black and white
You really make those feelings wash ashore
In a part if me I never knew was there
Like the colors no one can see

So don't stop no don't stop tonight
There'd be no reason to put up a fight
But I'm going to I'm going to try
Because I love it when you pretend to cry
I hate to see you cry, because I'm always the one to die

Selfish thoughts are the fuel of the lonely mariner
Sailing seas blinded by the light of the carrier
That holds his child clutched tightly in arm
And the memories of childhood on grandpa's farm
Oh how the flashes get clearer and eyes get tired
The seas get chaotic the more you become hard wired
So step away, take a long and hard look
Look away and know that everyone is born a crook
John
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John  28/M/New York
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