Thursday, August 12, 2010

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Gravity's catching up with me
I've forgotten how to fall
Watch the clouds coming together
My feet have grown too small

By himself, against a window
There's a jester playing rhymes
People walking down the street
Pull their raincoats up to their eyes

A girl's playing games
With a stranger she knows
Hardly know the rules
But they call each other names

Not his bus, the plaid absorbed in Russian lit.
I might as well just walk
Who knows what time will see
I'll burn that bridge when I get to it

Lead me round the bricks, won'tcha?
I recognize your song
Hating won't change that it's in you
We've been staring for too long

One more Thursday, one more mask
Maybe more or less today
Maybe there's another way
Yet I don't know how to ask

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