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Your voice is ragged from all the singing Screaming empty prayers at the ceiling Its a raspy thing thats course and thick But flows like water over me Like your hands Who have done too much hitting Too much running Too much bouncing off walls To ever be innocent Your voice holds a note of constant misery in it Like the eyes of bereaved parents Or the voice of people suffering from chronic back pain Neck pain Leg pain Its the sound of a thousand setting suns All at once Different colors You’ve done too much singing boy Too much running, partying, working playing Too much living boy Too much livin’ Your voice has a hint of irritability in it Something dark in colour thick like syrup sour like lemons Your voice has a taste of bitterness in it Man-child boy, farmer kid A sense of stability Certainty about it Its a statement to all of the things you have lost And hey you're still livin'
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Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 5:23 PM UTC
Too much livin'
Your voice is ragged from all the singing Screaming empty prayers at the ceiling Its a raspy thing thats course and thick But flows like water over me Like your hands Who have done too much hitting Too much running Too much bouncing off walls To ever be innocent Your voice holds a note of constant misery in it Like the eyes of bereaved parents Or the voice of people suffering from chronic back pain Neck pain Leg pain Its the sound of a thousand setting suns All at once Different colors You’ve done too much singing boy Too much running, partying, working playing Too much living boy Too much livin’ Your voice has a hint of irritability in it Something dark in colour thick like syrup sour like lemons Your voice has a taste of bitterness in it Man-child boy, farmer kid A sense of stability Certainty about it Its a statement to all of the things you have lost And hey you're still livin'
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Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 5:23 PM UTC
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