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Zack Turner Jul 2012
Plastic lights and seat belts
Orange milk fingernails
Laughing just like you meant it
Whatever you do must sell

People will think that you're hostile
If you don't smile at a crime
And approach the commiter asking
Would you like lemon or lime
You
Zack Turner Dec 2011
You
There you are
And there you went

Gone, distant from your initial posture

Words becoming yours alone
Like red flagged societies

They all fell soft
Like trickles of rain down a window pane
Leaving all to be forgotten

My clouded eyes failed to see the fog
That surrounded your talk
Hidden like persuasion in debates

Perhaps it’s luck, or rather mishap
That has blinded me such
Unable to see what’s true
With thoughts rendered purposeless
Zack Turner Jul 2012
Verse 1*    
    You can't keep me in
     I will never stay
    Release your jagged grip
     It will happen that way
   *(chords continue for 1 line)

    Yes, it will happen that way

Verse 2
    I will shove and budge
    Right past the other ones
    Down that hall of mirrors
    Staring into the sun
   (chords continue for 1 line)
    Yes, staring into the sun

Chorus
    So tell me please
    What is your remedy
    To release me from this freeze

    I feel that I have tried everything
    But now it's time to stop

Verse 3    
    Just need a breath of air
    Or a glimpse of light
    To get my mind prepared
    For this final flight
   (chords continue for 1 line)
    Yes, for this final flight

Verse 4
    There is no time to waste
    No not another try
    Release this emptiness
    With one final pry    
   (chords continue for 1 line)    
    Yes, with one final pry

Chorus
    So tell me please
    What is your remedy
    To release me from this freeze

    I feel that I have tried everything
    But now it's time to stop

Outro
    It's time to stop
    It's time to stop
    It's time to stop
    It's time to stop
    It's time to stop
A song idea I had one morning when I was sitting in my bed looking at the cotton filling to a pillow. I think the concept extends beyond the pillow itself, but I suppose that is up for debate.

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