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[title] => To the Big City
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[bodytext] => Tonight we do a slow dance to a sad song When the clock strikes 12 all hell will break lose This town is going to ***** And I’m going down with the ship So lets drink to the night And paint the town red Tomorrow may not come But I never wanted it to anyway I don’t care about the trees and the flowers They never cared about me So why bother? Medication brings on the best dreams And the worst nightmares Days are drown out with sounds of children laughing In the ignorance of youth Oh how I miss those days The taste of yesterday lingers on my lips Slice out my nerves and blank my memory These words do not make any sense Yet this is what I think about when I say I’m thinking about nothing A pen, a paper, and a thought is what lead us here And I swore I would never travel this road alone But here I am on my own I wish I could be surprised That feeling is for those who walk with their head up The sidewalks cracks are only getting bigger No one is going to fix it Not today, not tomorrow, not ever There is a megaphone and a soapbox But nobody around to listen My words fall on nothing but empty space Meaningless words To you anyway At least they’re landing on something Words are lacking and so is patience Tomorrow may not come I never wanted it to anyway [comments] => 0 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 73 [informant] => rmarino [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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