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Nice to know you. Where you been? Hiding out, avoiding sin. Our time has come to its bitter end. So much more, but not a friend. I know you’re not around. You’re lost and never found. Now. Now you’re down. To the ground. And it’s over. Down. Down and out. You will drown. And it’s over. Let them make their assumptions. Let them talk. It’s their consumption. Let it out and, breathe it in. Deep down I know, who I am. You bicker and pry. Is this what you strive? Now, well it’s over now. And you’re right back to the ground. And it’s over now. And you’re right back to the.

Goodness gracious. Eyes glare at the hopeless romantics out at sea. Bless the witches. Denied the snitches. Crack a smile and sigh. Miss Cliche. It’s not my intention. To settle down before you go away. Our life’s ambition. Is coming out of the ordinary. Now, what’s on your mind? What’s your get up? What divides? Rounded, not confined. One day they’ll wake up. And realize. In and out of style it’s our choice. Risk what’s worth your while. Get out the void. Busk on the strip. Loose lips sink ships. Roundabout the rides here to stay. Got some friends more than a few. Riding in the streets. With a you know who. Up and down the county line. Figure something out. Before we lose our minds. Gather round and listen clear. Didn’t come this far for them not to hear. What’s inside your head.

I’ll decide. When it’s right. Finding fossils for our heroes’ masters’ tales. Awake me from this dream. And shock me with a scream. We’re living to excite. And all we’ve got’s tonight. Wouldn’t it be nice? If we all had the time. To take our own advice. The reason and the rhyme. Because the limit is paradise. Learning how to fly. Stoke the midnight light. High above the skies. Check, one, two. As we do. Spinning discs and learning tricks at. Just the time and place. Infectious energy. That’s spreading onto me. A space for soul to shine. We seek the bridge to climb.

Goodnight. I hope you sleep well. And if time will tell, I’ll be bringing home ends meet. Twenty five and on the rise. Living off of loaned supplies. A treasure to find yourself within the disguise. You gotta get up on your feet. Or it’s never gonna be. Gotta get up on your feet. Or it’s never gonna be. Gotta get up on. Get up on. Get up on. Wouldn’t trade a thing. I have no regrets. Though times we’re stressed. It was still you and me. Up before the sunrise. Driving down I-65. Barely able to open up our eyes. You gotta get up on your feet.

Falling to my feet. Feel so high then hit the ground, yeah. Why you taste so sweet? Got my head it’s spinning round and round. Nothing tongue in cheek. But it seems that I’d be down. But I would like to notice you saying you’ll be mine. Up all night a day or two. Make it right. Chasing your instincts. Stay awhile, let’s go out to town. Dancing in the street. Sweaty hands up in the clouds. Careless and carefree. Searching the moment to act. Make it right. You’re so fine. Lights will dim we’ve had a ball. Got to have it all. Butterflies and framed wall art. Fluttering my heart. I couldn’t have much more. I’m shaking to my core.

The human race is getting out of hand. We’re sitting first class sporadic. You’re feeling like you want to start a fight. Take it easy man loosen your tie. Down to brass tacks. Better think fast. 👊 I can see right through your dishonest eyes. A simple case of verbal suicide. Set the story straight. I’m gonna lose my mind. Wise guy. Big, buff, and handsome macho man. Why you gettin so excited? This isn’t summer 1985. This is your daughter’s recital. Countdown from ten. When does it end? Yeahhhhhhh. “Hey man I think I’m gonna go to the bar for a beer or two. Hey baby doll can you get me a tall. No, no, no, no that’s not what I ordered!”

Time, are you a friend of mine? Or are you behind me with a scythe? Lost, the feelings so profound. Bury your intentions in the ground. And it’s on your mind. And it’s all the time. These vivid signs, so bright. Make you go blind. Shattered glass, with a side of sharp knives. Scattered all around like wildfires. But then you’ll find you can put out the flame. Not everything is so black & white. And it’s on your mind. And it’s all the time. These vivid signs, so bright. Aren’t black & white. Now I want to live in light. Coat color on black & white. Give me more. Taking back what’s yours. Shut your eyes and dream.

Go ahead and close the open door. For sure. A notch on your belt to unwind. In time. Pieces of yourself forever there. Won’t lose our youth. By this I swear. Fear and doubt. Rustic routes. I will be there. Name the time and place. Want and needed. Eyes set on the chase. Searching for the existential signs. Of life. Photographic souvenirs passed on. And on. Coming out of our shells. Memories these stories tell. Mind of mine. Right on line. Riding a godsend. Exhausted agnostics. We all choose, what’s your muse? The profits of mosh pits. I will be there. Name the time and place. Eyes set on the chase. Let’s make our escape.

Wasting all my precious time. Won’t even let me spend a dime. What seems real and what is not. Roll on, yeah we’re moving. Go ahead and do it. Fire away. Doesn’t seem to make any sense. You try to live in the present tense. The past is real, the future deals. All comes down to notion. Setting into motion. Fire away.