10:58 p.m. - 07/07/03
fading all too soon...
I've been thinking crooked thoughts.
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just when I think I know my life, they lift the ground up like a rug - shake it, set it down. now find your way, they say. now, odd and eerily familiar. find your way blindfolded, disoriented, and walking on your hands.
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I find some way ... to keep going ... I'm not sure it's mine.
chord
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