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The shadows of the railing By the room I played last night. The whistle of a siren And the blood of a lost fight. And the closed sign on the food store Brokenwss window, crack of light And the hurt that won't subside won't u let me look inside? And the come on look from a burnt out ***** And the words that split my side. Everything makes sense somehow It's all that I expect The tears I knew I'd always shed The freight train singing in my head. The rocks that turned a stranded heart Into a sunken, flooded wreck. Yet, All of this is somewhat new, Baby I never thought this would come from u, Ur soul was clean and pure and..... Jesus Christ am I so lame That it snuck right up on me? I who's every move was honed and practised, 1 and 2 and fucking 63 ! Oh here's the rub, the wake up call. I never knew that dame at all, She let me think she needed love And I gave my past, and then my love. And when her need of me was done And some other shmo became the one The line was cut, connection frayed Her single, final, vail displayed, she naked, danced into the shade So I could fall, into the sun Not laughed at, But........ Tolerated, tolerated Tolerated........ By everyone. Thank you. I'm here all week. Try the soup.
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Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC
Tolerated
The shadows of the railing By the room I played last night. The whistle of a siren And the blood of a lost fight. And the closed sign on the food store Brokenwss window, crack of light And the hurt that won't subside won't u let me look inside? And the come on look from a burnt out ***** And the words that split my side. Everything makes sense somehow It's all that I expect The tears I knew I'd always shed The freight train singing in my head. The rocks that turned a stranded heart Into a sunken, flooded wreck. Yet, All of this is somewhat new, Baby I never thought this would come from u, Ur soul was clean and pure and..... Jesus Christ am I so lame That it snuck right up on me? I who's every move was honed and practised, 1 and 2 and fucking 63 ! Oh here's the rub, the wake up call. I never knew that dame at all, She let me think she needed love And I gave my past, and then my love. And when her need of me was done And some other shmo became the one The line was cut, connection frayed Her single, final, vail displayed, she naked, danced into the shade So I could fall, into the sun Not laughed at, But........ Tolerated, tolerated Tolerated........ By everyone. Thank you. I'm here all week. Try the soup.
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Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC
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