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 Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 9:11 pm
A sadened smile, a creasing frown
no easy way, to get down
A large builging, down the hill
no way to get, your heart's fill..
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 8:08 pm
A heart broken but now fallen
Lost from death a smile is broken
a gravestone creased with words of lost love
loves death begins when you see the flying dove
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devilisnotagoodlookingman
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 3:58 pm
Silence sits over this smoky old town
A bar full of fools who drown
(chase fears away with water brown)
Troubled lives led without a sound
Burned at both ends and driven into ground.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 10:03 pm
The heart aches
feeling so bare
Gone with the wind
the everlasting care
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 9:17 pm
footsteps still linger here and there
But in the end no one cares...
The dust it's thicker in this town
Let our memories be buried in this ashen ground
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 8:03 pm
The night shines on
Like the never ending song
This town will live forever more
Until the day on which they close the door
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 9:22 pm
The steps echo louder
as the boots hit the floor
The shadows grow darker
as the stand at the door.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 4:56 pm
I feel my heart race
My blood pressure rise
I look for your face
as if it will fall from the skies
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 6:05 pm
but is you
in this rusted town
the door is closing
i run after
but forever more
the door is open
and your aloud
to enter this
rusted old town
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 12:51 pm
A sadened smile, a creasing frown
no easy way, to get down
A large builging, down the hill
no way to get, your heart's fill..
A heart broken but now fallen
Lost from death a smile is broken
a gravestone creased with words of lost love
loves death begins when you see the flying dove
Silence sits over this smoky old town
A bar full of fools who drown
(chase fears away with water brown)
Troubled lives led without a sound
Burned at both ends and driven into ground.
The heart aches
feeling so bare
Gone with the wind
the everlasting care
footsteps still linger here and there
But in the end no one cares...
The dust it's thicker in this town
Let our memories be buried in this ashen ground
The night shines on
Like the never ending song
This town will live forever more
Until the day on which they close the door
I feel my heart race
My blood pressure rise
I look for your face
as if it will fall from the skies
but is you
in this rusted town
the door is closing
i run after
but forever more
the door is open
and you're allowed
to enter this
rusted old town
You walk in with your usual grace
Perfect posture and smiling face
And as you run over as if in a race
I sink in to your ever warm embrace.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 7:05 am
A sadened smile, a creasing frown
no easy way, to get down
A large builging, down the hill
no way to get, your heart's fill..
A heart broken but now fallen
Lost from death a smile is broken
a gravestone creased with words of lost love
loves death begins when you see the flying dove
Silence sits over this smoky old town
A bar full of fools who drown
(chase fears away with water brown)
Troubled lives led without a sound
Burned at both ends and driven into ground.
The heart aches
feeling so bare
Gone with the wind
the everlasting care
footsteps still linger here and there
But in the end no one cares...
The dust it's thicker in this town
Let our memories be buried in this ashen ground
The night shines on
Like the never ending song
This town will live forever more
Until the day on which they close the door
I feel my heart race
My blood pressure rise
I look for your face
as if it will fall from the skies
but is you
in this rusted town
the door is closing
i run after
but forever more
the door is open
and you're allowed
to enter this
rusted old town
You walk in with your usual grace
Perfect posture and smiling face
And as you run over as if in a race
I sink in to your ever warm embrace.
For you run outta this rusted old
town the everlasting sand of time
its pilingits a sandstorm you race
for your life, your dreams, your hope
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