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I love music like a fat kid loves cake. It's the only true way of expressing the muddled up crap we call feelings. Idealistically, I'm a realist. Realistically, I'm an idealist. Overall, I think too much and too philosophically. Venture into the stream of insanity I call my consciousness and take it, as everything, with a grain of salt. The size (and type) of that grain is yours to decide.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Gone


7 Sitting by your window sill
7 Tracing raindrops with your hand
5 You wonder why this
5 World keeps standing still

7 See the moonlight spill so bright
7 Across the never-ending sky
5 Reflections fade and
5 Something’s bound to break

6 Time begins to slow down
6 Nothing here to save now
6 Change is in the fall out
6 Your tears won’t let you see

7 The rain keeps beating down
7 Your feet are on the ground
6 If you never come back
6 You’ll never feel the pain
7 It’s been a few years, but now
7 Your heart’s started wondering how
6 Made it this far to see
6 Freedom doesn’t taste sweet

7 Trying to find your missing piece
7 Dreams have hit reality
5 An echo faded
5 Fits your destiny

7 Sinking back into the crowd
7 Know you’ll never make it out
5 The days have passed and
5 You’re afraid to shout

[Bridge]

[Chorus x2 till fade]

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