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Anonymous (no login)
Posted Jul 27, 2008 10:35 AM
In a parrallel world
I am the soldier and you are the king
I get wounded every time you breath in
I am your lungs and you are my index finger
I paint a picture but words only linger
On we go now I am a whore
And i wouldnt write this unless i was bored
Of getting it wrong every time we sing
The words of the man who was once a king
But you make your bed and only you jump in
So why make it in the first place?
Yeah you make your bed and only you jump in
A king who has fallen from grace
Now a boy with a one night stand
And no one to hold his hand
Except a soldier, some lungs and a whore
Surely its becoming a bore?
So Retrace your steps now and remember
.....there is so much more. |
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