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アーティスト:Non-Prophets 

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Don't deny that sick feeling in your stomach you can't run from it let it guide you into high view and move beyond the summit from peeks to valleys speed through alleys if it's done quick you'll have time to find the caves where the days are never sunlit find the scriptures made by a society of blind men who suggest the best direction's where you most likely will find them.. dead set on checkmates embracing a chess set when bedspreads get wet they're left with the scent of death threats in 7 seconds I'll become undone, I'm breaking through if you're around by the time I reach number one I'm taking you You're not the traveling type? Then hide your baggage better before you die a normal death and write the average letter about your internal furnace and how life's a sexually transmitted disease that you contracted from her kiss when a boy writes off the world it's done with sloppy misspelled words if a girl writes off the world it's done in cursive I'm searching for the cure this is a sickness can you hear me, love? I kick dirt for what it's worth listening to the birds chirp the same cryptic speech that the breeze speaks and sea repeats recognizing the cycles with every passing day writing full demands in the sand with my toe til crashing waves washed it away I watch what I say now but I hate it trying to make my mark, afraid of the dark nature of vague statements that plague vacant parking lots where shopping carts go uncollected that sick feeling in my stomach start to leave my heart and soul infected I won't accept it. I do my best to reject patterns til it hurts


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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