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TrampInaTux · 02-11-2007, 07:52 AM

I can only cross my fingers when I see your plastic body,
from behind my cigarette I quite possibly look disturbed
but I tell you this, and this is a fact, it's not out of fright
it's simply due to how much of my heart you are worth
forever seemed so dirty, so strange and so absurd
now I can't get up in the morning without hearing that ****ing word...
I stretch out of this vocabulary and rest upon a glance,
take my hand and turn away from them all you've gotta take a chance.

If you never feel the burn of the risk of the world
I tell you, girl, you'll never succeed
If you never understand how a plan is beyond bland
then you shall never ever feel free

She keeps her mind on her laurels, though they go against my morales,
but her hair looks quite nice today so I'll just carry on regardless
in front of the stage, we all stand in a line, with our hairspray hair, looking quite divine,
products wearing products, no respect for our forefathers
yet nothing quite crosses through to you, when you haven't got much that you can do,
so you settle for the streets and the night

If you never feel the burn of the risk of the world
I tell you, girl, you'll never succeed
If you never understand how a plan is beyond bland
then you shall never ever feel free

Optimism gets you nowhere, activity is half the war
(half the war you could've won)
half the war I could've won.

02-11-2007, 07:52 AM	#1 (permalink)
TrampInaTux that's my war face. Join Date: Nov 2005 Posts: 1,418	Tiny Virgin Mary Statues I can only cross my fingers when I see your plastic body, from behind my cigarette I quite possibly look disturbed but I tell you this, and this is a fact, it's not out of fright it's simply due to how much of my heart you are worth forever seemed so dirty, so strange and so absurd now I can't get up in the morning without hearing that ****ing word... I stretch out of this vocabulary and rest upon a glance, take my hand and turn away from them all you've gotta take a chance. If you never feel the burn of the risk of the world I tell you, girl, you'll never succeed If you never understand how a plan is beyond bland then you shall never ever feel free She keeps her mind on her laurels, though they go against my morales, but her hair looks quite nice today so I'll just carry on regardless in front of the stage, we all stand in a line, with our hairspray hair, looking quite divine, products wearing products, no respect for our forefathers yet nothing quite crosses through to you, when you haven't got much that you can do, so you settle for the streets and the night If you never feel the burn of the risk of the world I tell you, girl, you'll never succeed If you never understand how a plan is beyond bland then you shall never ever feel free Optimism gets you nowhere, activity is half the war (half the war you could've won) half the war I could've won.