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Autopilot, is up and running seconds too late this navigator has crunched too many coordinates in this stubborn crap shoot. place is more than a numeric value oh these words like dying breaths from ghosts and farms long since been left for dead a fight fight fight for place position a plight plight plight through conversation a light light light of indignation now slides slides slides, like a metronome, setting sun ride these waves, she's taking on too much water from crying eyes that long to be, more than just man-made fodder the grey of the steel milles, brings back the haze of travels down abandoned roads, once again reading from the last night of the earth, what is it telling you tonight past truths that guided us, now slow our strides (lighten the load for those along for the ride make it easy as it ever was) a coarse voice and a gravel throat time and tide will bless this boat a vessel launched from a trestle poarch beams of pride in place of these supports oh these castle walls, outnumbered by cannon balls they take their toll and they stake their claim Letras de cancionesleaving everyone else to blame each other when we're all so selfish - I stand a sinner if I can stand at all and I'd take what I've got coming a million times if only I could find a way oh you've held on to the stillness so long, wrapping all up under the covers, would it last through flashings of war where nighttime doesn't exist, but there is searching for gold and searching for souls, but does the search exist anymore in any way, shape or form The rust from the steel mills, weakens the wheels that turn us to progress and further away from ourselves mountains and spring air do us well, when we all feel desperation, under falls splashing at our feet the falls splash at our feet From Letras Mania