Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Home Made Wood Stoves For Tents For days without leaving my head

Against the wall Smash
glass Curse the music on the radio That The Neighbours play
Door slams, she turns her head Watches
Through the window as I
pulls away Funny how your racing brain drives you so mad
When you feel all the while
so numb Too old to Be clean, far too young to be broken Like an army


we come Cut back, left behind
I watched you self-destructing oh so Many Times
Shot down, eleven again Sitting in a chair
crying What am I going to do with my life?
Just learn to hide the way That you really feel
Never Let Them Know That You're scared But
Understand That You're Not the only special one
Watch us now, watch us real close

How we all dance w

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