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Left Behind
I left so many promises behind, and had none to move forward with. Stolen stares and separate affairs, no one could have predicted what was to come of some of us ahead.
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I’ll talk to you in Gibberish
It’s all in my head, everything I needed to say. But it’s like it’s been illogically scribbled on a napkin, it doesn’t make sense when my mouth moves to say it. Creatively thought through, but riddled in the middle of confusion. Nothing reaches the conclusion, it’s just a spinning splash of gibberish.
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Ride – ‘In A Different Place’
Blowing bubbles lying down waiting for the rain to fall
Laughing at the people, wonder why they always rush, never slow down
And we’re smiling when we’re sleeping
And we’re smiling when we’re waking
Even if the rain falls down and all the sky turns cold I will feel fine
Thunder roared and lightning flashed, but you and I were in a different time
And we’re smiling when we’re sleeping
And we’re smiling when we’re waking
Floating in and out of time, in and out of space
No one else can touch us now, we’re in a different place
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