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I made some money Spent it on a honey She threw it in my face As she tied up the lace Backed up Asking nothing Sorrow is Regret in the morrow' Entertain this Love this Befriend and Disgrace this She walked outta the room I stood still not feeling the expected doom I peaked my eyes out the blinds Yes time was still passing fine I didn't ask the sky for forgiveness For dropping me in a wrong'ed place There was nothing I could do to please this And yet I still remember the determined face Generations feel the urge to run So why don't they do it?, no mind is truly numb We are the shouts heard if we dare speak it Or do you think young souls aren't fit as the beatniks? I've seen alley rat races with men with old wives Heard stories from ghosts that couldn't get a ride Tasted meat from a street that had been hit and beat And smelled ripe leather liquors from aged' police kickers We are being forgotten by a time that fears time Fast and quick we will no longer be able to flick a switch The page will burn like the victims of Vesuvius and the rest A man and women tested, a bid to break the best
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Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 8:35 AM UTC
Afraid of Time
I made some money Spent it on a honey She threw it in my face As she tied up the lace Backed up Asking nothing Sorrow is Regret in the morrow' Entertain this Love this Befriend and Disgrace this She walked outta the room I stood still not feeling the expected doom I peaked my eyes out the blinds Yes time was still passing fine I didn't ask the sky for forgiveness For dropping me in a wrong'ed place There was nothing I could do to please this And yet I still remember the determined face Generations feel the urge to run So why don't they do it?, no mind is truly numb We are the shouts heard if we dare speak it Or do you think young souls aren't fit as the beatniks? I've seen alley rat races with men with old wives Heard stories from ghosts that couldn't get a ride Tasted meat from a street that had been hit and beat And smelled ripe leather liquors from aged' police kickers We are being forgotten by a time that fears time Fast and quick we will no longer be able to flick a switch The page will burn like the victims of Vesuvius and the rest A man and women tested, a bid to break the best
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Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 8:35 AM UTC
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