patrick o'shaughnessy Biography

it was like the fourth of july
with lights and sparks
as your lips touched mine
and we touched hearts
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Im a middle class white teen
i dont own a single care
about the world or its hunger
or the people in dispair
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i sat down at the table
trusting her with my heart
fragile to the touch
it could easily fall apart
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A smile caught me off guard today
as i was walking to a beat
i forgot my futile troubles
as you swept me off my feet
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i hear a thousand voices
and i am one of them
crying to be heard
like a newborn child
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