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Turn on sweet summer delusion Inside faulty memorized fantasies I never knew you Subconsciously tune into me. Ive only got a pretty face When its image reflects in your eyes Drop out of this world around you Shut me up when i start to cry. Strangers say have a nice day I want to ask about their dreams Twisted auto pilot existence Following a path of mundane routines. Oh break me free from somber shackles Let me run wild through your mind To no longer be a figment of reality No longer controlled by time. I yearn to be a thought Nothing more than a dream A soul not bound by body Like leaves flowing downstream. But id let your current catch me Trapped within you all summer long But the winter freeze will break me As i question your rights and my wrongs. And one day you will whisper to me "Baby girl,  i wish you could swim" Ill brush off the phrase quite quickly But in secret places ill grow grim. For there will always be a constant truth That lies dormant in the back of my mind That the rose colored glasses you see me through now Our only available for a limited time.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
intro jaded understanding pt2
Turn on sweet summer delusion Inside faulty memorized fantasies I never knew you Subconsciously tune into me. Ive only got a pretty face When its image reflects in your eyes Drop out of this world around you Shut me up when i start to cry. Strangers say have a nice day I want to ask about their dreams Twisted auto pilot existence Following a path of mundane routines. Oh break me free from somber shackles Let me run wild through your mind To no longer be a figment of reality No longer controlled by time. I yearn to be a thought Nothing more than a dream A soul not bound by body Like leaves flowing downstream. But id let your current catch me Trapped within you all summer long But the winter freeze will break me As i question your rights and my wrongs. And one day you will whisper to me "Baby girl,  i wish you could swim" Ill brush off the phrase quite quickly But in secret places ill grow grim. For there will always be a constant truth That lies dormant in the back of my mind That the rose colored glasses you see me through now Our only available for a limited time.
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brandi-clark
Cincinnati, Ohio
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
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