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I understand it wouldn't work. And trying would make it bad. A band can have two guitarists but only one frontman, it's sad, really, but I understand why. Oh, friend of mine, carry me to acceptance, when my feet hang, dangle, when my legs lose angle, push my body overseas, take me to a place of peace, and island in between, nothing to be seen, but waves and clouds, colliding, turning into one. I'm not telling stories anymore, what is wrong or what is different, what is better, maybe left indifferent. I told stories to fight the bore. Unique, feeling, pursue that, pursue it with passion as your driver. Wipe it off, use the doormat.
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
Stay, now sit
I understand it wouldn't work. And trying would make it bad. A band can have two guitarists but only one frontman, it's sad, really, but I understand why. Oh, friend of mine, carry me to acceptance, when my feet hang, dangle, when my legs lose angle, push my body overseas, take me to a place of peace, and island in between, nothing to be seen, but waves and clouds, colliding, turning into one. I'm not telling stories anymore, what is wrong or what is different, what is better, maybe left indifferent. I told stories to fight the bore. Unique, feeling, pursue that, pursue it with passion as your driver. Wipe it off, use the doormat.
I want to be frontman, not one of the guitarists
Daan
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Belgian
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
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