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Sober as a Saint Stained like a sinner Your perception is faint Makes my spine shiver The gossip's hard to conceal It's always "who's sleeping with who" & "why am I still single" When all I want Is for you to be real Need the beauty Hate your sight Want the scenery Minus the light Clinging to reality That's the real fright & I'm sick of pretending things are alright Curves leave you contrite Kiss of a lover Personality missing stereotype Heart of a mother Makes my rate stutter Obsessed with her mind Possessed by her touch Lost in her eyes It's a little too much God **** what a rush Connecting dots Untangling thoughts She's seeing faces Avoiding places I'd like to hold her hand But I’m left wandering what’s in the other House so quaint Tongue so clever Words to the poet Limbs to the butcher Life's moving fast A car without breaks Rolling hills Blinding lights One hit's all it takes There isn't always a motive Sometimes I just wanna live Insanity on the brain They haven't splattered yet No one likes a stain I have the bar set Nothing to lose The world to gain Just try keeping up & I'll try staying sane
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC
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Sober as a Saint Stained like a sinner Your perception is faint Makes my spine shiver The gossip's hard to conceal It's always "who's sleeping with who" & "why am I still single" When all I want Is for you to be real Need the beauty Hate your sight Want the scenery Minus the light Clinging to reality That's the real fright & I'm sick of pretending things are alright Curves leave you contrite Kiss of a lover Personality missing stereotype Heart of a mother Makes my rate stutter Obsessed with her mind Possessed by her touch Lost in her eyes It's a little too much God **** what a rush Connecting dots Untangling thoughts She's seeing faces Avoiding places I'd like to hold her hand But I’m left wandering what’s in the other House so quaint Tongue so clever Words to the poet Limbs to the butcher Life's moving fast A car without breaks Rolling hills Blinding lights One hit's all it takes There isn't always a motive Sometimes I just wanna live Insanity on the brain They haven't splattered yet No one likes a stain I have the bar set Nothing to lose The world to gain Just try keeping up & I'll try staying sane
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC
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