

no titlewalking through puddles without reflection lost in the beauty that is life without terms and condition i follow the wind side stepping your streets of golden shower alleysno title
up and coming valleys dictate for the camera dictate to the people the cleverness in the lies the emptiness in your eyes slips from your mouth tounge red clenched teeth breathe you're only naked
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too good to be truemy simple silence calls your name soul to soul we became part of the inner circle dubbed 'all things' I gave a glimpse into something meaningfultoo good to be true
the way you were is how I intended to keep you no reason to change you no underlying mission to I am not lost anymore nor am I lonely now I am restless and I cannot stop singing "who sucked out the feeling" to my fingertips as I style my hair do you like the way I am wearing it? change is more than what you carry in your pockets
meaningful seems to be the worst of 'all things'
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... and I mean that in the least perverted way possible
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