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Up on the third Floor There is a place Where everyone stands Slain The lame Accept everything The fighting Nothing at all They spread thin Their wings For the night is short In the CET And the way is swift Make quick Thy youthful fits For much desired sights For **** As the clouds disperse For seagulls above sand Drift in spreading rhyme Into our dear Lord's Hand He doth not say that the right is wrong Nor the choice you carry is attuned in song We can laugh and yet we dually can cry Make the life you carry Never weigh you down to cry "FIE" And as the wine is poured and your lover Nods their head, clearly wanting more Take no advice from the man coated In ill suited grey and obvious vice Your train will call for you So all is fine But until you meet that one Who you know by sight Who lets everything roll by Like the deep faded night You'll be rolling back and forth in your sleep Wondering whose soul You'll wake in the morning to keep There is a riddle for every nickel And there is a clue for every dime Just make sure you got a friend Who'll give you the chance To tell you the time Near dawn, no, near midnight There was a hard luck story That I wanted to stay up to hear There was a man There was a woman A priest lay dead and naked With a scribbled aged' sermon His mouth lay laden his soul stirred cold The memory within me reflected in a blur And all that stood still Was all that was to be told
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Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 6:18 PM UTC
Lay Cold
Up on the third Floor There is a place Where everyone stands Slain The lame Accept everything The fighting Nothing at all They spread thin Their wings For the night is short In the CET And the way is swift Make quick Thy youthful fits For much desired sights For **** As the clouds disperse For seagulls above sand Drift in spreading rhyme Into our dear Lord's Hand He doth not say that the right is wrong Nor the choice you carry is attuned in song We can laugh and yet we dually can cry Make the life you carry Never weigh you down to cry "FIE" And as the wine is poured and your lover Nods their head, clearly wanting more Take no advice from the man coated In ill suited grey and obvious vice Your train will call for you So all is fine But until you meet that one Who you know by sight Who lets everything roll by Like the deep faded night You'll be rolling back and forth in your sleep Wondering whose soul You'll wake in the morning to keep There is a riddle for every nickel And there is a clue for every dime Just make sure you got a friend Who'll give you the chance To tell you the time Near dawn, no, near midnight There was a hard luck story That I wanted to stay up to hear There was a man There was a woman A priest lay dead and naked With a scribbled aged' sermon His mouth lay laden his soul stirred cold The memory within me reflected in a blur And all that stood still Was all that was to be told
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Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 6:18 PM UTC
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