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Maid you made the building shine Like a pine burning through a fine Spring rain Broken teeth broken shoes What money you need to get you through? Lay your hand to the ground Loosen the grip to the horn which makes you proud The blonde moves with a mystery that I can't see Each light here makes me miss her Heard of you through a rotted grapevine You talked with vigor but your sheen was unseen Tapped your heels like you had a pair You spoke of poetry as you thought what to wear I knew the time before you knew yourself You packed your bags as I packed your shelves Imagine the world without you here That's what I did to get you outta there The building holds words which were written For men and women who felt that had been bitten I saw it in the papers as I flicked away the capers Wheezing beside me was the grim reaper weeping Attention to the mystery privatizes the trees To see such a thing made me question to believe Now the concrete is trying to sneeze But the books are clean as I guess they should be Paint filled walls lined with 150 million dollar prizes You got a soul? We probably got your sizes... A shout here is not allowed so lay mellow Cry here for the vagrants dying far down below So strongly so hastily these triumphs spring up unrequested All of it seems like an attempt to get bested Come to the window to see the life not inside Street filled wishes un-granted is the ticket to buy
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Jun 27, 2011
Jun 27, 2011 at 1:02 PM UTC
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Maid you made the building shine Like a pine burning through a fine Spring rain Broken teeth broken shoes What money you need to get you through? Lay your hand to the ground Loosen the grip to the horn which makes you proud The blonde moves with a mystery that I can't see Each light here makes me miss her Heard of you through a rotted grapevine You talked with vigor but your sheen was unseen Tapped your heels like you had a pair You spoke of poetry as you thought what to wear I knew the time before you knew yourself You packed your bags as I packed your shelves Imagine the world without you here That's what I did to get you outta there The building holds words which were written For men and women who felt that had been bitten I saw it in the papers as I flicked away the capers Wheezing beside me was the grim reaper weeping Attention to the mystery privatizes the trees To see such a thing made me question to believe Now the concrete is trying to sneeze But the books are clean as I guess they should be Paint filled walls lined with 150 million dollar prizes You got a soul? We probably got your sizes... A shout here is not allowed so lay mellow Cry here for the vagrants dying far down below So strongly so hastily these triumphs spring up unrequested All of it seems like an attempt to get bested Come to the window to see the life not inside Street filled wishes un-granted is the ticket to buy
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Jun 27, 2011
Jun 27, 2011 at 1:02 PM UTC
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