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| Current music: | Imogen Heap - Hero |
The bitch strikes back
Lots in June
Back in our home
walking these streets forlorn
we all in our uniforms
black and black
Doing that slouch and jive
the artist must survive
we've got all we need we cried
and we don't look back
Thinking we had it made
poised for the hit parade
knee deep in accolades
the conceptual pair
But ever the malcontent
he left without incident
vanished into thin air
Now I am always amazed
words can fill up a page
pages fill up the days
between him and me
But the vows that we never keep
from bedrooms to business-speak
make me remember how cheap
words can be
And the letters I wrote you of
were those of the desperate stuff
like begging for love in a suicide threat
But I am too young to die
too old for a lullaby
too tired for life on the ledge
But I had a dream last night
of lovers who walked the plank
out on the edge of time
amidst ridicule
They laughed as they rocked and reeled
over the mining fields
coming to rest on this ship of fools
But he just took polaroids
of her smile in the light
of the dawn of the menacing sky
And before they went overbaord
she turned and held up a card
and it said Valentine
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