You, yeah, you always haul my ball and chain,
Right to
Trapped, silver blue
Plans, utterance
Crashed, turn away
Fate, suffocate
Doesn'
Get your ticket today
Make it all go away
Ticking off the
This would be the sound of me
Looking for some kind
Star bright so stunning and brilliant
The circle keeps spinning around
A simple word or two
I need a little clarity
If you
You think you love him
Or someone like him
He reminds you
As suspicion grows
I can't turn my back
I can't live like
I am vision, I am sound
I am vision, I am
This is how I'm feeling for some time
I'm missing you,
An obvious display
Of feelings that have dissipated
And I don't have
It began sometime last week
The feeling that most everything
Was changing
We lock the gaze tightly upon each other
No others come
Please listen to me and don't disagree
Even as we fight,
There were trails of fallen trees
Deciduous and weeding marsh
The lowland
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