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Tuesday, March 29, 2005
send me your bible, send me your gita
I'm taking a moment of silence today. I lost someone who I knew not well enough to save, but well enough to miss dearly.
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ricochet in time
over the seas of silence
send me your bible, send me your gita
the ocean at the head of the trail
I'm singing this whole thing wrong
from the left hand side
breaking a chain inside my head
you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
so their minds are soft and lazy, well hey, give '...
I am just an imbecile
shot full of diamonds and a million years
with every gem in his pocket, the jewels he has mi...
first to fall over when the atmosphere is less tha...
my mind is racing as it always will
get away from your home
in a dry and waterless place
east to west, do or die
I'm not big on social graces
unsealed on a porch a letter sat
albert's vision is blooming uncontrolled
without the breath of real freedom, we're getting ...
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