danistrulytheman

I'm STILL a self confessing, self professing know-it-all, or so I think!


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I’m all out of hope, one more bad dream could bring a fall

When you hear the music you make a dip
Into someone else’s pocket then make a slip
Steal a car and go to Las Vegas oh, the gigolo pool

I’m on a bus on a psychedelic trip
Reading murder books tryin’ to stay hip

Got no human grace your eyes without a face
Such a human waste your eyes without a face
And now it’s getting worse


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my angels, my devils, my thorn in my pride

wake me when the day breaks
show me how the sun shines
tell me about your heartaches
who could be so unkind?
do you dream to touch me?
smile down deep inside
or could you just kill me?
hey, it’s hard to make up your mind sometimes

my angels, my devils, my thorn in my pride
my angels, my devils, my thorn in my pride

are you wanting inspiration?
you spill your secrets on me
then you tell me with a whisper
of things that will never be
do you hear me breathing?
does it make you want to scream?
did you ever like a bad dream?
sometimes life is obscene