Bring Prudence
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It will stop at nothingNone of this is mineThis silence may be cursiveBut it wakes me up at nightI know I should have left this placeA long time agoBut don't we all like to lace our doubt withTraces of trust?Just when I let go, they grab my sleeves and tie my feet,It's for all my life and thirteen days in the passenger's seat.Must be awkward for them so they fake a nervous laughAnd I try to smile wolf cos my heart skips a lifebeatPieces of people will not make up peaceBut they might bring you back in an autumn attackI will walk alone or maybe take a tramCos there is nothing slower than an ambulanceIt rained dead poets in Helsinki todayAnd the black and white raindrops washed the dial tones awayIf everyone's a symbol, maybe Elliott was wrong.Cos there are morning songs and there are evening songs.
From Letras Mania