Save my soul
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I have to save my soul,
there's a dozen reasons to be safe,
a hundred beautifulf faces, aces and undone shoe laces,
staring at me in the face.
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I died, reborn in awesome bright blue skies,
given a second chance, romance, a time to dance,
with the best of the best that guage out my eyes.
Leaving your wounds, to lick at, to pick at, signs of combat.
Where were you when we rolled the dice?
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I bled like the devil, like crucified rebels, crosses burnt into the sky,
we die, we live to sigh, a broken dream is enough reason to lie,
then we stop seeing ourselves, the lies break the mirror, and we cry
about the dented mistakes, swallow your take, even though you know it's fake.
it's like when childhood voices all but die.
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Indebted to my success, so many are happy it became marginal,
that I'm still living nothing, regretfully something, barely anything,
and one wonders why I'm a reluctant confessional,
and I've had a lifetime, to be thinking, to be forgetting, and, most of all, reliving.
every nightmare during daylight hours, on the wire, a cheap cockshuffle seconol.
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In the last stanza, we're left looking from behind the glass,
at all the customers, crucifiers, and the ones starting our fires,
so where do we breathe? How are we relieved? Death isn't quite pretty green grass.
we stoke our own pyres, where we let out our ire, twisted misery forever,
don't bury me without a thrill, when everyone's left, be shrill, with all your will,
because.. I need to hear your not ill, that death has handed you the bill.
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lw end -<>