Friday, April 29, 2011

LYRIC SCRATCH PAD

i've got nothing to say
but you wouldn't listen anyway
i've got a long way to go
till i'm good enough to show
i don't know
just what the future holds
but i'm being told
that the dream is getting old

you call me for water
i'll call you for sand
crawl into the ocean
bring it back to the land

minutes.

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