August
Sunday 2 March 2008 photo 1/1
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Look at the dead outside my window Wonder what's on their mind Why do they run They all seem to have a mission But then they cry themselves to sleep You receive what you give This is like nothing I feel like shit But at least I feel something Is this is all you meant to be? They're marks in the pavement You walked this route too many times What if I changed the signs? Would you even take notice? You receive what you give And this is like nothing I feel like shit But at least I feel something Is this is all you have to give? Straight jackets you yearn (for more) In shade surrender Yeah You receive what you give And this is like nothing I feel like shit But at least I feel something
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