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Date: 2004-05-26 01:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sh0ter.livejournal.com
GO GO GO!!!!

damn poetic

Date: 2004-06-08 11:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sgtabalackeleka.livejournal.com
He wrote a name with the needle gun
In black and blue
Your eyes are stone, she said
Beautiful and dead,
And I wish you well

I took a turn on this carousel
How long ago, and now I never can tell
I never stopped to wonder
May be a morning
May be a thousand years
Mmmmm

I only walk high wires
I tend to needin'
The magnolia's dying

Long, coarse, and primitive
I wish love, Lord, I wish love could live forever

Well on one side, burning bright as hell
Now here comes that weird chill
I don’t stop to wonder

Ohhh, I threaded a name through the needle’s eye
As a frame
Tied the ends and stitched it up
And hung my head down and wept
But I wish you well

Who'll pray for the killer’s sake
I used to be so wide awake
Like certain mornings
That last a thousand hours

Long, coarse, and primitive
I wish love, Lord, I wish love could live forever

I'm burning bright as hell
Here comes that weird chill
But I wish you well
Your eyes are stone, she said
Truly beautiful and dead
I wish you well

I wanna ride on this carousel
But, I never really stopped to wonder

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