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Busy busy... Fake it. Write a line and steal a vow. Wreck the moment, Wreck the instance... Come into focus when I'm about to run. Last minute reveries, Last second thoughts. Last time for chances, Last call for the alcohol. No chance for time. Intrepid healer, Skillful physician, Intimate playmate, No aide. Memory won't serve you well, Though in memory I stand a chance to run. I'll play doctor But I'll actually have success. I'll fit into a role And I'll not make a mess. I'll disappear but I'll always be here... I'll wander to places that hold more Hope. And dream of stars that reside In our realm. No chance, No time, No seconds, No lasts.
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Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 6:59 PM UTC
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Busy busy... Fake it. Write a line and steal a vow. Wreck the moment, Wreck the instance... Come into focus when I'm about to run. Last minute reveries, Last second thoughts. Last time for chances, Last call for the alcohol. No chance for time. Intrepid healer, Skillful physician, Intimate playmate, No aide. Memory won't serve you well, Though in memory I stand a chance to run. I'll play doctor But I'll actually have success. I'll fit into a role And I'll not make a mess. I'll disappear but I'll always be here... I'll wander to places that hold more Hope. And dream of stars that reside In our realm. No chance, No time, No seconds, No lasts.
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miguel-ponton
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Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 6:59 PM UTC
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