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Vices to devices
Southern Comfort

Don't open your heart
Unless you plan to get hurt

You above me, just how it is
I'm here for now, then gone with the wind

Keep an eye on me, look all the way up high
Every night I'll look for your eyes, way up in the sky
I wasn't programmed for this
To feel, to need
What doesn't fit, and what I can't see
In my mind it's soft to the touch
Yet hazy and misleading as the night
Shadows dance, but not with me
Emptiness even after sun down
So red, out of sight!
Talk about the cold shoulder
Is it summer yet?
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You can't sit there looking at yourself
When you're standing there wishing you were somebody else

Don't change your shoes, until they've been filled
Years of experience takes time and effort to build

The the comfort we all felt inside a pillow fort
Like motherly foundation, call it moral support

Looking in the mirror unable to see yourself
It's okay you're still looking for that book on the shelf
I'm up all night to have fun
Way late and passed the sun
For great times not just one
You want them too? come get some!

It's easy to do, and easy to make
Memories for old times sake
All the opportunities we could take
Our bounds grow stronger and harder to break

My life's been awake at night
I've always been afraid of the light
Now things are clear and everything's alright
No one can stop us without a fight!
True love, miracles, and atrocities
All can be experienced, all can be found and all can be seen
Unfortunately true
An innocence not seen by these sinning eyes
A style, swagger if you will not appealed until I glanced
Never forgot the day my presence was overwhelmed
A sense of all things good in you, evil could do no harm
Like an angel from heaven
Sent to test me, or cast me away
Either way, I was being judged
Unsure what to say, I appeal to your sense of humor
A little dry for my taste, I got us both a drink
Religion, it is what may keep you sane
But for me, the lacking of it, making me unsteady
Testing me at every turn I could see it coming
How in this day and age a girl so sweet so pure, humming
Not a care in the world yet one for you remains in check
What you do is not for you but for the man, you sit and wait for his call and beck
You tempt me with purity, does that make you a sinner?
Even good things can be bad in the right light
But I would not accuse such a "******" with silly accusations and assumptions
I would only prove to fail the test, and he already knows it
Giving second, even more chances
I'll see you in the future
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