Sean Foster

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life is lovely
fresh and doves flyin' above me
people still starin'
but I know they just carin' waitin' ta heah whats i gonna say
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wasn't long ago that you didn't care
'bout the tragedy them worried what you wear'd
carried that smile
sun shining in the sky
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and yet....
there we are
seated altogether
plagued by effort
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a trap called desire
sure to set a mind on fire
searching for something more
entangled and ensnared
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standing
face to face
our eyes together
listening
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indecision and strife
the story of time
wondering and choosing
which things we find
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here's the plan
now show 'em how its done
give everyone
even the children a gun
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Kallen fists and klondyke flys
Each one lifts
A brow and eye
Mallen foed of blunfrod packles
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enter one tattered trapped in a small room
carrying everywhere face lit by gloomy wide eyes
a sniffle a shudder tenses no surprise
whos counting
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carved on a tree
record of weather past
one touch leaves whistle 'how long shall we last? '
you'll colour and change will you fall
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here's a story
how i found you
swimmin' in an ocean
wond'r'n' whats true
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all we have to gain is love
all we have to lose is love
all we have to give is love
all we have to live is, all we live is love
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what could keep us from harm
when our goal seems to depend on our displayed arms
such a charming fact
to know we can't ever go back
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conscious aggitation
biting at me
tightly gripping every sublime thread
connecting sense awareness
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