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So how can this make anything easier Under country night sky’s brightly lit Digital fire burns through the skin And all that’s left is hollow bones, empty soul Found a way to casually converse this illusion Hoping for a place to make it through the night Dance away, fall into a rustic hurricane Never able to proceed, much obliged company Shell of ourselves as I ache for this bar room fix Its easy when the clouds have broken from the wind These meager minds keep sleep a luxury How do we move through these chemical days? Keep a promise, keep the shadows at bay Wash the courtyard, clean the masquerade As these trucks pull up for blue collar hands Those drinks need pouring, those heads need care Shell of ourselves as I ache for this bar room fix Its easy when the clouds have broken from the wind Its easy when the distance between settles in And when the dreary mornings speak uncertainty Ready fuels and coffee made to play All for not, the sun still shines away Speculation masks an exchange for another day
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Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 1:33 AM UTC
Fall Mawkish
So how can this make anything easier Under country night sky’s brightly lit Digital fire burns through the skin And all that’s left is hollow bones, empty soul Found a way to casually converse this illusion Hoping for a place to make it through the night Dance away, fall into a rustic hurricane Never able to proceed, much obliged company Shell of ourselves as I ache for this bar room fix Its easy when the clouds have broken from the wind These meager minds keep sleep a luxury How do we move through these chemical days? Keep a promise, keep the shadows at bay Wash the courtyard, clean the masquerade As these trucks pull up for blue collar hands Those drinks need pouring, those heads need care Shell of ourselves as I ache for this bar room fix Its easy when the clouds have broken from the wind Its easy when the distance between settles in And when the dreary mornings speak uncertainty Ready fuels and coffee made to play All for not, the sun still shines away Speculation masks an exchange for another day
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j-m-1
35/M/Massachusetts
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 1:33 AM UTC
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