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A single bench on an empty landscape,
A single man with a walkman and cassette tape,
And he’s not coming home,
Until we go away.

Another cause lost to an egocentric,
Another life that’s all but geometric,
I guess we’ll never know,
What the dead man thinks.

And we’ll all become extroverts one day,
We’re all built out of sedimentary clay.
I’ll become an introvert one day,
One mindset lost in disarray.

The dust is your secret admirer,
An alibi that’s causing you to perspire,
For seventy straight years,
I couldn’t see a thing.

The dirt has given me a new perspective,
The world revolves around being recollective,
And now we cannot see,
So the traffic stops.

And we’ll all become extroverts one day,
We’re all built out of sedimentary clay.
I’ll become an introvert one day,
One mindset lost in disarray.

This mirage is driving me insane,
Give me a lecture on my brain,
We think we have the power,
To make it go away,
But I know it will never be okay.

And we’ll all become extroverts one day,
We’re all built out of sedimentary clay.
I’ll become an introvert one day,
One mindset lost in disarray.

One mindset lost in disarray.
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ok, as usual pit is being very unhelpful except andychalmers, so im gonna go post this someplace else


And a master of storytelling...

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andychalmers102, that story is awesome.
Last edited by andychalmers102 at Sep 26, 2009,