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hohenstein New Member
since 2003-01-17
Posts 9 |
michael laid down to look up as he tried to fill in the lines of a thousand nameless streets and he pleaded to the soul of the earth on its roll and spoke a jam of the people and their beats he knew from up high he'd never find away but he'd never been that high anyway so he closed his eyes and took a faithless leap and fell into the realities that were his dreams when he sleep and as his dreams grew stronger the streets grew longer and his head was now his home filled with those beats well you have to know what you want otherwise this is what you get and all those crazy ladies said that its just a silly bet turned around into dreams and clues tell me boy have you heard the news all those crazy ladies left the casino to pay their debt stumblin with a drink in hand passed out in the florida sand las vegas is a good friend of mine where the sunny lights will always shine i left my home to find a way went to vegas where the bums still pray found some shelter in a cement box saw my dreams through the holes in my sox looking for a room in a hotel line some cowboys told me some stories to pass the time and this punk rock kid just laughed and shook his head laying down so the sun can climb staring at the mountains i sung my rhyme and some bums told me i could be a star everythings for sale open 24 hours but its dirty and there are no showers so close your eyes and have yourself a drink looking for a quick release instead of goodbye i wish them peace and from the cold valley wind i begin to shrink |
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