April 28th, 2009


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                   different eyes, and the small way out,
we're laying down, when you ask it.
                   a simple sound, here's the falling out,
you've never brought me down, though it's over.

                   different crowd, i'm still calling out,
streets that muffle sound, on a cold day.
                   a breaking out, how you've been till now,
one day you'll settle down, when it's over.

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