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How cruel is the golden rule,
When the lives we lived are only golden plated,
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me,
And though i carry carots for everyone to see
And I saw god cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies,
to stay away from me
Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams
When the sewage of youth drown the spark of my tears
And I knew the lights of the city were too heavy for me (too heavy for me)
And though I carry carots for everyone to see (everyone to seeeeee)
And I saw god cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies,
to stay away from me
and pray that they don’t grow up to be
 pixie729 · Fri Apr 25, 2008 @ 08:39pm · 0 Comments |
