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could it be constant variations of a mis-firing heart? my wishing well is running short and now i know that all my quarters have been mistakenly thrown in im left with nothing except my own pocket linen. ask the passers-by to stop their stride, "can you spare me a coin or two even if its just a nickel"? it will have to do for now i need the sound of dreams leaving my hand and my feet leaving the ground oh why do you change my point of view? im so easily amused by you. and you're looking code red, this is danger why have i become such a stranger even to even to myself i should be trying to get sober oh well, the night is almost over and i am i am all alone the only cloud in the sky Letras de cancionesshakes hand with gusts of wind as it flies by her shared mentions of carefree kites. un-intentional downward glances. i keep them ambiguous enough for me to manipulate into my own equation for answers never submitted to the multiplication chart maybe then i could've patched the ceiling with these writings they might just make themselves worth something someday and this gram of hope next to all the other substances i sell, offering the world a short lived release and a collar kept a notch too tight notch too tight the look is mistaken oh please, what are you taking from me i had to be the turtle. but the camera chooses where we lay all the two makes caring days. all the "hey's," armored truth makes sewers sweat. we are distant. you're too artistic for some you're too artistic for some oh darling, you're timing is genuine. looking code red this is danger why have i become such a stranger even to even to myself i should be trying to get sober oh well, the night is almost over and i am i am all alone we could play a game of emotional stickball. i can catch it if you can toss it. my eyes arent as deep and you should never dive blindly into them, but until then, wet your feet. From Letras Mania