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by o0oskidelzo0o at 10/28/2009 5:46:37 PM
The end of time was just a line, something I'm supposed to find,
but you and I were blind.. and I ran out of time ..
I built our world around a song unsung ...
and the world spun round .. while I fell down..
You didn't make a sound,while the earth went round ..
not a sound to be found,
not a sound , not a sound, while we all fell down...
I built you up in my head , like a lyric unsaid ..
It's all dead , it's been fed,
that lyric unsaid ...
you are just a memory
my memory is haunting, ...your voice ever daunting . .
and the world spins round , while the free are bound...
The black bird sings ...in the night, what a fright ,
not a sight ...
and we all fell down , while the earth spun round...
now you are just a memory..
I built my bed upon a melody,
it fell to me ..
a polyphonic felony ...
the Harmony is dead to me ,
you are just a memory..
I'm just selling history ,
that mystery ,
a novel for the rest of me,
the best of me.
I built our world around a song unsung ..
something to be hung,
not for fun..
running from the monotone,
the deaf-tones in my headphones
nothing but a ring tone ...
for the phone that don't ring ,
now I don't sing ...
this thing that you fling
my heart,
not a thing..
your love stings....
The melody is dead to me....you are just a memory ..
it's the end of me ,you were a friend to me...
till the earth stood still ..and the sky was killed,
and the people looked ill as they looked to your skill...
and the song was unsung , then the people were done ...
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