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Secret LifeYou’re burnt out And bruised, Tired and confused, And the only thing you can do Right now Is sing yourself to sleep.Secret Life
We stayed up all night Just talking, Like a hundred nights before, You told me of your Secret life And the one man you adore.
Burn out, bruised Just how you left me.
Now the morning’s come And seriously, You need to get to sleep. To dream about your Secret life And the man who isn’t me.
Burn out, bruised Just how you left me.
I watch you as you drift off And
Sellout

Sleeping to the sounds...Wake up, check you're not dead. Make sure there're no new holes inside your head. Get up, breath in deep. Be thankful that the guns died down so that you could get some sleep.Sleeping to the sounds...
Sleeping to the sounds of these tragedies. Singing to the music of disasters. Sleeping to the sounds of these tragedies. Singing to this music ever-after.
Look out the window see the world falling down. People on the streets, on their knees crying out. Nothing you can do but to watch and hold yourself. Sleep a few more hours to the sound of death, this hell.


Slide away.The rain slides over the horizon and thus to the back of my mind. Pouring on all the lost but not quite forgotten memories of years gone past.Slide away.
I look out over a sea of thought.
Watching the waves of realization break upon shores of my consciousness.
Bringing about ideas on the state of things. But now the state of things means nothing to me, stuck here on the beach heads of my mind.
No way out except the ocean, and I have no desire to swim out there.
To nowhere.
As I stare at the setting sun, a wave breaks and I wonder what the night will bring. The sun slides beneath
guess who...xxx
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"Three months equals eternity, and this will be so hard, and I will long to hold you in my arms"
~In The Water, I Am Beautiful by Dallas Green
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