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you can tell by the way
my smell is hanging off of me
that the nightlife has begun
and time has stood still
something is definitely wrong
when you look at me that way
when your words are meaningless
and your fingertips have
lost their feeling
they have lost all of their appeal
stop speaking these lies
there is more to me
i am stronger than you know
please, just let things go
i can tell by the look
that you have in your eyes
that i mean nothing 
and that you are everything
i was stood up
by the words that you said
and i can hear you on the rain
you still left me hanging
your taste still lingers
between the ceiling and this floor
as i lay here on the carpet
i realize there is more to this
hypnotized by static
left naked and alone
Posted: 2006-02-20 04:15:40 UTC

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