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Monday, September 22, 2014

"pray for the people inside your head"


some songs stuck in my head.





Tickle me pink, I'm rosy as a flushed red apple skin
Except I've never been as sweet
I've rolled around the orchard and found myself too awkward
And tickle me green, I'm too naive
Pray for the people inside your head
For they won't be there when you're dead
Muffled out and pushed back down
Pushed back through the leafy ground
Time is too early, my hair isn't curly
I wish I was home and tucked away
When nothing goes right and the future's dark as night
What you need is a sunny, sunny day
Pray for the people inside your head
For they won't be there when you're dead
Muffled out and pushed back down
Pushed back through the leafy ground
Don't know where I can find myself a brand new pair of ears
Don't know where I can buy a heart
The one I've got is shoddy, I need a brand new body
And then I can have a brand new start
Pray for the people inside your head
For they won't be there when you're dead
Muffled out and pushed back down
Pushed back through the leafy ground
Monsters in the valley and shootings in the alley
And people fall flat at every turn
There is no straight and narrow, offload your wheelbarrow
And pick up your sticks and twigs to burn
Pray for the people inside your head
For they won't be there when you're dead
Muffled out and pushed back down
Pushed back through the leafy ground
Pray for the people inside your head
For they won't be there when you're dead
When you're dead, when you're dead
When you're dead, when you're dead
When you're dead, when you're dead
When you're dead, when you're dead, when you're






We would like to reside somewhere along a wide mountainside. 
Sleep the street and sound of marching feet away or hide. 

We’ll give up on this town, the people who fill the air with their sound. 
Hear the noise of girls and boys abound. Rejoice. 

I love you for your wit, not for the shit you spout in your dreams. 
Grace the ground and love you finally found in me or leave. 

The wind won’t wait to blow you down. 
And leaves can change only so slow 
So keep your legs on the concrete ground. 
The truth to find is in what we don’t know.



have a nice day

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