I think back to the nights that stars showed the way
two nights where the cd never sounded the same
May be my favorite, but i cant hear the words i translate
all the pain in the world would be worth the perfect day.
like the beauty in lightning, never mirrored, just replaced.
Nothing up above, does not show so called fate.
out front the lights are off, im not waiting, not expecting.
Watching, feelings, hearing memories and machines, living like it's their last
they race by so fast, just like our past.
The first of rainbows, like the 4th of the months,
i should have noticed it was here, shot it down as it left
but the twenty-twenty gauge, again failed to kill the bests.
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