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through the fish eyed lens of tear stained eyes i can barely define the shape of this moment in time and far from flying high in clear blue skies i'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where i hide . . . and if i show you my dark side will you still hold me tonight and if i open my heart to you and show you my weak side what would you do would you sell your story to rolling stones would you take the children away and leave me alone and smile in reassurance as you whisper down the phone would you send me packing or would you take me home . . . |
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