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| melodyh_s 2013 |
How far would you travel? How far down?
Before you're forced to make a sound?
How long would it take you to wink an eye?
Or to hawk at a sweet passerby
Knowing the void of unoriginal thought
That haunts every war you've ever fought.
Can you run without having to betray
That fact that there's nothing more to say?
Let me fill you up with words words words.
Let me copy your life onto strait, white trees.
Let me scream in a mob of clones in thirds:
For money, for beauty, and for God to appease,
To satisfy the crowd. Fade away.
Mock the people. Shit on their parade.
Paint the sky. Cut the balls
Off the statue of liberty. Respond to her calls.
And call her back. Don't wait three days
Unless you're in love. Then it's time to hit the hay.
Hey! That 'hay'… the woman you knew,
But she prefers to be straw. What can you do?
Just fuck it once, God only knows
That you don't want to be alone.
Plus Dave, 'cause you told him, but the list ends there.
But only God and Dave know you and care.
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