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Untitled
It is the blackest days
That set us apart
I reveal me to you
You reveal us to them
Rocking gently on sandy waters
Swimming in murky dreams
Collecting little pieces of us
Like kids at the beach collecting shells
Taking them home
Oh home
What is home
A place to sleep and sometimes eat
A place to fight and cry
A place to realize that life is passing us by
Way to fast
Can you see what I see
A star shines for you and me darling
Its raining asphalt
The world is gone
What dreams lie beneath my home
None
My dreams get too caught up in making me see
The destruction I try so hard to get away from
If flowers could talk
Maybe this asphalt jungle would be gone
The jungle lies
Giving us a false sense of perfection
We should know better
But we only give in and let it take us over
Like sandy waves trying to drown us in hopes
Of accomplishing the impossible
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