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Inside you know. A heart full of hope. Inside you know. An empire of soul. . To hold on for love. Hurts me, it's slow. One word's enough. One word this time.
Breaking your heart was never my intention. Playing with parts too fragile in the ending. . We have become alien. We have become alien. Give me a song that weighs a tonne.
Come home, an absence of feeling. Slow down and mean what you say. What did you figure out, dear?. It's all whispering now. Shut your mouth. Your words.
The tequila sun is rising. And the Harvey's Bristol moon is sinking. Put the Binatone on snooze. Open up some special brews and start drinking. . To the biggest mess in town.
When Harry met Bob. Bob was an anarchist. Harry had a job. Working for the government. . Married to the M.O.D.. Bob, he chose Adidas. Harry found God.
Join the cubs, see the world. Pay your subs, meet the girls. Sell your toys be reborn. They love a boy in uniform. . 37 wasted years. Closeting his greatest fears.
I'm in a hotel room in California. Giving it my best to give you up. I'm leaving on a jet plane to New Orleans. You and me, we didn't see it coming. .
There's a tiny house with a little white fence at the end of Tucker Road.. Where a baby girl and her mother lived, many years ago.. Pretty as a Princess in thrifty nickel clothes..
She was born at a rest stop on the Kansas state line. In the back of a Dodge in the summer time. Her momma named her Indiana like their license plate.
She's got wings that shine so bright.. They keep her up most every night.. Burning the candle at both ends.. Livin' a lie up with all her friends.. Heaven only knows what's up her sleeve:.
I write you letters, but I don't send them. I just can't figure out how to end them. I try to reach you, you're right beside me. There's something missin' and we can't deny that.
I haven't a reason, a clue or a sign. I haven't the slightest idea. Of the shape of your heart or the state of your mind. Do you ever let anyone near.
I saw my life this morning. Lying at the bottom of a drawer. All this stuff I'm saving. God knows what this junk is for. And whatever I believed in. This is all I have to show.
I don't take it lightly. The way you look at me. The life we're living here. It's hard to take for granted. This gold light. These cool nights. It's kind of fall again.
He pulled out in a cloud of dust. Laying rubber and spewing rust. And on any road he'd take. He'd have his foot on the pedal and my heart on the brake.
What I'm looking for, after all this time. Keeps me moving forward, trying to find it. Since I learned to walk all I've done is run. Ready, on my mark, doesn't everyone.
He was a long tall stranger from way down south where he'd left his life behind. He had a big old Gibson and a pickup truck and Shenandoah eyes. And I remember him sitting in that local bar where I earned my pay each night.
She says it's been so long, she can't remember when. The mention of his name didn't make her feel again. That everything is possible and every day a brand new start.
for I feel, as fallen pain. scold myself with useless blame. drag the blade across my lips. purge the lie, release my fist. . as far as I as one have come.