Rob Knetsch

all along
i was convinced
i always knew
at least i thought
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give me
give me give me
gimme gimme gimme
gimme gimme gimme please give me
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How did you die
was it an accident
a terminal disease
or was it by violence
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Greetings from here, this part of the world
from the very hot white sands of the desert
to the cold white snow in these mountains
in the blink of an eye (loosing an eyelash)
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you know
yes you know
you know why
yes you know why
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Maybe it was because of the most
talk about the smallest among them
which may well be a mystery since
it was just unknown to everybody
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woke up just a moment ago
i don't know where i am now
and i cannot remember
i sense a wall of steel around me
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crawling the streets
clawing stone
to move forward
stopped by a wall
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the hairy part of this story
feels like trying to get that
one little hair of your tongue
which got there while you
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at home
home, this private place
yes here, there may be
many things, items owned
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the wheels
they have stopped
the gears have failed
no progress anymore
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woke up in the mud
with weak limbs crawling
toward the water
too dirty to drink from
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real
is it real?
what is real?
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oh yes, it is like on a carnival
embraced by the colored lights
embedded in the pounding music
and the many fun sounds
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Somewhat Surprised
We All Were When We
Got Closer To Try To See
What It Was All About
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They are larger than life
They show power
They radiate control
They discipline
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to walk the street
this street, old street
my street, so long
from when i was
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In this desert
my footprints
into the horizon
sunk away deep
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Making a move
but not getting far
just one step forward
ahead of the backlog
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I must admit, must confess
Terry Tango was a real man
a real man's man
a great personality
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