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Some of us still wish. For greatness For love for even a sliver of stability because lately it seems things are rockier than The Rolling Stones its beginning to rattle your bones Some of us still hold on to those childhood dreams clinging to them as tightly as you used to cling to that stuffed fluffy cow, or that green plastic dinosaur. hoping one day it would come to life and wisk you away to where dreams never died and mothers and fathers never lied when they promised til death do us part they never parted, or died. but something inside them did Some of us still wish. that one day we can go back to those days when our biggest worry was finding just the right stairs being sure they didn't creak so we could go drink beer and play truth or dare but most of us just wish that we could live and be happy and live lovely and love lively, wildly and untamed until the day we die unlike our parents wearing the world like the tide exploring the moons darkened sides yeah, some of us still wish. but there's a few that simply... do.
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
their wishes float like prayers
Some of us still wish. For greatness For love for even a sliver of stability because lately it seems things are rockier than The Rolling Stones its beginning to rattle your bones Some of us still hold on to those childhood dreams clinging to them as tightly as you used to cling to that stuffed fluffy cow, or that green plastic dinosaur. hoping one day it would come to life and wisk you away to where dreams never died and mothers and fathers never lied when they promised til death do us part they never parted, or died. but something inside them did Some of us still wish. that one day we can go back to those days when our biggest worry was finding just the right stairs being sure they didn't creak so we could go drink beer and play truth or dare but most of us just wish that we could live and be happy and live lovely and love lively, wildly and untamed until the day we die unlike our parents wearing the world like the tide exploring the moons darkened sides yeah, some of us still wish. but there's a few that simply... do.
jefferey-aaron-wade-williams
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
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