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Girl in Burberry with the face of an angel,
Do you fit in this world filled with pain
and pleasure?
The tear in your heart is clear on your
face,
With this world in motion you move at your
pace,
Take my hand as we dance away from your
hell,
Show me the secrets and the pain that you
have hidden in a pill,
Tonight we run,
Take my hand as we leave that sun,
The past flees sight,
Sleep tight.
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A cut from the soul pours out
hidden tears,
Broken from the grip of who I
am,
Torture me for one minute
longer,
Aware,
Too aware,
Oh to return to the sweet
oblivion,
I will fight,
I will stand,
My angel come quickly,
Stand with me?
Fight with me?
Headlong!
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Mocha in one hand and you in
the other,
A blissful stroll down a corridor
in the fall,
Distortion breaks the melody,
You are gone,
I am content in this fog,
Sitting in a nervous sort of
way,
A hand of comfort,
A voice to settle,
I will find you again,
Noise fills my lobes,
Dancers rock through the
mist,
I am searching for your
smell,
The party has started but
peace fills me,
I am the fool in the corner,
Smoke clears to reveal the
figure of an angel,
Returned to me,
I take your hand and ask for this
dance,
Sweaty palms on a summer
night,
Shall we dance till the end?
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I sit in my corner to write,
Surrounded by the world in noise and motion,
Each piece moves at it's own pace,
In a rhythmic fashion the world gently moves,
I sit in my corner and write,
Lyrics of love,
Lyrics of hate,
Lyrics of daze,
Lyrics by me,
Like it?
I sit in my corner and write,
About you,
Me,
This world,
My world,
I sit in my corner and am done,
Released my soul onto this page,
Moving on
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Melodic Trails
A band of villagers
play their melodic tune,
They perform amidst
the backdrop of a wilderness in June,
Creatures pass as their
steps keep time,
The lyrics are simple
and always rhyme,
Audience grows as
reality fades away,
Joyful souls dance through
the crowd but not for display,
Our band traverses the
wilderness on no set trail,
They travel with a
crowd formed like a tail,
So, continue they will
with no end in sight,
Moving along in the
noon-day light.
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