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| Wednesday, July 28, 2004 |
| Walking Wounded |
Blades of grass that shiver as I pass
The world's asleep but I'm awake
I'm walking home home again
Morning stars. Left my shoes back at the bar
Didn't know my house was quite so far, so far from anywhere
Strange how the ground seems up-side down
And morning - it starts without me
Did I let you down? Should I come around?
Would that make things better baby?
You and I, we get along just fine
But oh, we both want to be right
It's just not possible
Change your mind or maybe I'll change mine
But either way we won't arrive at something plausible
I'll see you 'round when you're in town
And you can pretend to hate me
All trace of love has turned to dust
Which I've been collecting lately.
- "Heal" by Bic Runga |
posted by maldita @ 12:45 AM
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