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A Day At The Fair: Cinderblock

A Day At The Fair: Cinderblock

the weight of the past is cloudy as if its been raining, and this sunny city life is held in empty hands, the pacific is looking so wonderful tonight, with a cinderblock and a rope tied to my ankle its closer than this twelve pack of medicine impairing the thought to the life Im living in...

well Im all alone and your out of luck and Im giving up what Ive been fighting close your eyes and make believe Im there

the hits have all come back now, as if theyve been waiting, for indifference to settle itself into my soul, and this skyline is looking so wonderful tonight, under stars I fall forgetting, in a bed Ill never make without you sleeping next to me giving me just enough room left to breathe one more day...

well Im all alone and your out of luck and Im giving up what Ive been fighting close your eyes and make believe Im there

in my lonely, ill fated dream of life Ive lived to hate by now its ours somehow

I can fall asleep believing, I can understand and know it I can close my eyes and say its over, its over now