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science
it may not be anything when we get older, some part of technology from the past, things we did away with after we finished playing, but we always started off smart and stayed with the more prestigious, brilliant, handsome Mr. Science, who knew
helping
just think of us helping ourselves to more bread and wine till the night ends up with a sunrise and you're too tired to hold yourself up tripping along the walls, I can't carry you with me, I can't help you at all, with your superficial need to beat all the traffic, the roaring chaos of the morning after a wonderful night, where we helped ourselves, too many times
loft
up in the loft, where the records are strewn about the floor, you were wearing something soft, and such a sight was anything but a bore, keep in time with the ending my dear, but don't let the response ruin the ending, makes sure you sound sincere and there won't be debts pending.
mist
there's a mist of blood hanging 'round my head telling me to give in more that what I should instead if these calamities keep dragging me down to the shore I'm not sure if this is what I want to live for with a mist of blood hanging 'round my head
overhead
overhead they are flying flying south for the winter but I'm already here because you are there and this life doesn't make sense anymore without a clear label for what we are so shoot me out of the sky and save us from the fading light
fallen
I have tripped and fallen over my own running feet they tried to get away faster than I could be free all the ways this event could happen but only one outcome do we get keep coming back for more just when you think you're all set
eternally
eternally we are forgotten little simple souls floating under the grease of fast food commercials, we are waiting, constantly waiting for the timer to go off and for this to be over and done with
sponge
you are the sponge to my words soaking up the bitterness and giving them back with clear understanding
kettle
you called me as dark as you but never saw the threat through, you copied every style you could understanding nothing true that stood. can't you see that this is where we belong to each other through copper lines with guitar chords that keep everything fine
created
today I created a thought about what life would be like if we all had no one to talk to people would wake up too early on the weekend and like an army march march march on to work during the week we would all be very crazy then
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