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Real
Contributed by
glassicallyunsuperficial
on
Sunday, 15th May 2005 @ 03:15:25 AM in AEST
Topic:
Tributes
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I can't find myself Where did I lose me Searched and dugged again and again Where had my soul lain
The sun's so bright but Somethings just don't feel right The healing touch of the breeze Still can't quite cure my disease
Where's my ecstasy and heroine Hey, who took my gin See a problem here? That's life for me, my dear
I want to know myself Not some petty life of any anyody else I want to let the world feel me too
As if I'm real Like I'm real Wanna be real
People tellin' me what to do I'm repeatin' this, I'm no fool So let go Before I grow cold
Treat me like a person I'd rather burst than slowly burn But you're adding fuel against my cowering fire
Give my freedom To discussions I'm still open But with my agreement And I'd better see your contentment
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glassicallyunsuperficial
... [
2005-05-15 03:15:25] (Date/Time posted on
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