It's the ultimate in sadness when one equates maturity with the loss of dreams.
I will never.
If I ever need a reminder, it is in the endless blue and wind of memory, surrounded by gold, at the pulpit, in the crispness of air, never freer, complete and home.
I will always.
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Click to listen: Placebo - Narcoleptic
Slip and stumble at my first fences
It's not treason, it's no lie
You talk in paragraphs
I write my sentence
It's not treason, it's no lie
It seemed a place for us to dream x 2
Crush and crumble under your defenses
It's not treason, it's no lie
You frame the photograph
I sit on fences
Change of season, love can die
It seemed a place for us to dream x 4
If we tear out the tumor
It's later, never sooner
If we tear out the tumor
It's later, never sooner
It seemed a place for us to dream x 2
You'd better keep it in check
Or you'll end up a wreck
And you'll never wake up
You'd better keep it in check
Or you'll end up a wreck
And you'll never wake up
Wake up x3
It seemed a place for us to dream x 2
You'd better keep it in check
Or you'll end up a wreck
And you'll never wake up x 4
Wake up
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Thursday, March 31, 2011
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