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slow down, you're tripping over
my clothes, wading through the
smoke clouds, the battles over and
i won, the naked truth hurts
outside, you run even though it's
as cold as a skeleton's ghost
we've come to this, you got used
and i could use a drink so

pretend we are escapists
and should we escape this
make play we drew a line
and we crossed it one day
make believe we're on the same side

panning, through mud and pebbles that
never, had any gold to
speak of, you're bones are
sore from, stooping down on the
shores of, my worthless
currents, but you'll fall in
again

pretend we are escapists
and should we escape this
make play we drew a line
and we crossed it one day
make believe we're on the same side

glass half melted ice
all the mixer is gone and i'm online
and my imagination has now run dry
i'm searching for your lookalike
We're only strays.
Last edited by Martyr's Prayer at Mar 19, 2014,