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and the coastline is quiet

while we're quietly losing control

Created on 2002-08-04 20:55:04 (#656396), last updated 2004-03-04

110 comments received, 108 comments posted

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Name:Kelly
Birthdate:01-15
Location:New Jersey, United States
Website:empty handed
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"I mean--they don't even know what it is to be a fan. You know--to truly love some silly little piece of music or some band...so much that it hurts." - Almost Famous



"Well I haven't been myself today,
Just a figure in a big Monopoly game,
Struggle is the price you pay,
You get just enough just to give it away,
I'm singing more than floating away,
Oh throw me a line so I can anchor my pain,
The fabric is about to fray,
Maybe you could take a look at yourself lately,
Things keep coming and I keep wondering,
When I'll start feeling the walls close in,
Things keep coming and I keep stumbling,
I start feeling strong enough to break,
I've been running through my mind today,
Scenarios to catch your hypocrisy,
No one ever takes the blame,
But everyone is searching for a cure to the pain,
Nothing ever seems to change,
Oh, nothing ever seems to change,
We just play broken records in a deaf man's charade..."



"Sitting' on the corner of nowhere road,
Just between I wish I could and I don't know,
Rain is splashing up between her toes,
She doesn't know her own area code,
She's the picture of a heart of gold,
On the edge of depression unknown,
And a picture of the wrong I wrote,
Now it's too late for a fight or fold,
Now she's looking at me to know,
The faucet's running and my car got towed,
I'm sure about it,
I'm definitely sure that I do surely doubt it,
I wish that I could say that I was sure about it,
But I'm definitely sure that I'm not sure,
Did you see the man with the cocaine load?
It's on sale for the price of your soul,
And a man with a long trench coat,
Wish I could hide in a big black hole,
Sell all your pain, ten fold,
And you're crawling down a long, wrong road,
Fitted for a box they mold,
All you're mixing is a heart they stole,
Now they're looking at me to know,
My heart is pumping and my feet got cold..."

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