Soul on the run, Keeps a hand on a gun. It can't trust anyone. Not the silence of the night, Nor the noise of the crowd. Every shadow is a suspect. Every smile, a potential trap....
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We run into the blinding light. In anguish, we struggle through the past and future, As the present weeps for us. The "HIGH" will only conceal it; The feeling never really goes. W...
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How long will you be a foreigner in your own skin? It was the year of 1990, A foolish boy in oversized blue shorts, Legs so gray from dust and fun play you'd swear I painted mys...
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Up, up there, there I was, Walking around with my chest up high. One lightning strike hit, The crash was like nothing I ever felt. Ambition led to pain, But the lessons led to...
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