A break from fame
A back-breaking fall
Wondering if you'll
Get up at all
Tired of smiling
Dejected and worn
Slightly degraded
Twisted and torn
Bottle of whiskey
Your mind is ajar
Open the window
You'll fly so far
The winds will rise
But still you fall
The song will be over
You're outside the wall














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Save the whales. We'll eat em last.
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~*~ If you've lost your faith in love and music, the end won't be long ~*~
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