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Dreams don't go this way

You showed up after nine, You know it's alright I saw you in the window, You waved goodbye to your ride I swear I've seen his face before. You showed up in a wheelchair, My attention span's as short as your hair What is he doing here? You told me of some foreigners wedding The time, the place and the day I'll be forgetting. Memories are cheap to no end The setting, the discourse, and disbelief I can't believe this is happening I can't believe this is happening. To hell with you and all you're desires You want to see my soul set a fire? I guess fall never comes, I'll stand here looking dumb August is always a day away. August is always a day away. I'm just a method actor in this play. I'm always a day away. You told of some foreigners wedding Oh yes, I knew your soul - soon i'll be forgetting Because I don't want to write to some silly lullaby to sing to a wall I guess you never loved me after all.
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matthewkirn
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Feb 22, 2011
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