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July 2017: Rewritten from the same location as first penned: the Salvation Army Men's Shelter in Ottawa. Posted against taunts of 'it's your funeral' when it was only me sharing my heart in my own words. Stolen by the Rolling Stones in 2007, apparently along with more than ten other of my songs. I would now like to kill the Rolling Stones. Here am I cast aside Basking inside my gloom Where can I go to hide? No one can find the room Plenty of love to waste on a lie Let the offenders roam free And when they're done having their fun Nothing but ashes for me Live my life, pay the price Share the unknown miseries Then must rest second best To obscene facsimiles Wouldn't they love to lift you up? Have you return it with glee? But all they touch turns to dust Ashes are all I can see One day come freedom Right the outrageous wrong She'll be by in a while Hope it won't take her too long Cover my heart with healing hands Ease my discomfort with play Follow her out if I can Never come back this way |
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Sunday, March 3, 2013
Hilarious
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