Wednesday, March 31, 2010

And it's only doubts that we're counting
On fingers broken long ago
I read with every broken heart we should become
More adventurous
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I've been trying to nod my head, but it's like I've got a broken neck
Wanting to say I will as my last testament
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I felt the wind on my cheek coming down from the east
And thought about how we are all as numerous as leaves on trees
And maybe ours is the cause of all mankind
Give love to make more, try to stay alive

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