sometimes I think you're the pit, and you leave a reoccuring herpes blister on any unfortunate fool who slipped. But right now, I think you're a sort of blessing from the devil who keeps me aware of this insane planet. Thank God.
I once wrote these lyrics and lost them at a demolition derby. 2 weeks later, this song was written. It's a conspiracy... either that, or I just ate like 5621 shrooms. JUICE!
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And away I go again.
~ardith
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i'll turn around and look at you
i'll meet your gaze with weary eyes
and hold it till the sun will rise
for now let raindrops soothe your soul,
let droplets kiss you, make you whole
just lay there; listen to the rain,
and let it wash away your pain.
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