I'm sad tonight,
looking through broken eyes
I see nothing.
Tomorrow's hazy dawn
holds some hope
that I'm beyond.
I've come to the conclusion that all crowds sound the same.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
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...this behavior's not unique.
Up here in my tree, yeah
Newspapers matter not to me, yeah
No more crowbars to my head, yeah
I'm trading stories with the leaves instead
Newspapers matter not to me, yeah
No more crowbars to my head, yeah
I'm trading stories with the leaves instead
Wave to all my friends, yeah
They don't seem to notice me, no
All their eyes trained on the street, oh
Sidewalk cigarettes and scenes
They don't seem to notice me, no
All their eyes trained on the street, oh
Sidewalk cigarettes and scenes
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