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Originally Posted by Juzzza
A new one.
View from the shelf...
Freedom drowns me as it rushes in
intimidation comes with open doors
feels like language has moved on without me
don't understand the game let alone the scores
the shelf seems so high when your looking down
your legs trembling with regret and fear
head swimming with the vertigo of taking the next step
and I can't even see your house from up here
not even my own voice in my head, its yours... move on, move on, move on
looking around at the other faces in the trench
niave and hopeful and wide of eyes
what are we looking for at the end of this fight
an illusion of peace and commitment with ties
not even my own voice in my head, its yours... move on, move on, move on
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Recorded this on Monday night and it will be up on my profile at MySpace tonight some time...
http://www.myspace.com/justinthorne