I was nine years old
Dining room wood table,
Polished gleam against the open window
Lace curtain covers
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Anyone can die...
We could all die tomorrow
And never know it
Yeah, we could all die tomorrow
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yeah, I know poets
before I started class, I knew
Poe, Dickenson, Shakespeare
but that didn't make me smart
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'I remember it well, the first time that I saw your head round the door, cause mine stopped working.' -Damien Rice, 'I Remember'
And how I wished I had forced it to work again
How I vainly wish now that I had somehow
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I knew not what it was
When I looked upon it
Incoherent words
That weren't so incoherent at all
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In this world of idoltry
I co-exist in harmony
No one notices I'm there
As if I'm nothing but pure air
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I knew that you were in the way
I knew the lies between the truths
I knew that you would go astray
It was your fault but I don't blame you
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Why is everything so repetitive?
I hear the same damn thing
From the same damn groups of people
If everyone shares the same problems,
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I have...
No name.
Not today.
I tried my best to find something to be called
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He rolls my heart like he rolls his 'r's'
On the tip of his tongue
With every spent breath my heart falls
Perpetual motions never undone
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