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| Ten hour block, Saturday morning, Stranger wandering outside the neighbor's door. Kitchen clock, a silent warning, Less is going on than in the night before You don't have to tell me I already know |
| Grey skies fly out the music room window, It's colder than the day before. |
| Thanking the Lord for all the places I don't have to go, Cursing the lack of structure of what's in store. |
You don't have to tell me I already know Swift pale rainbows flash across my empty face, Canceled checks are strewn about the hallways of my mind. Day-time skies, they block my view out outer-space, This cancer spreads to every hour that I find. TAKE IT DAN, TAKE IT PAT.... |
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| For an early mix of Ten Hours |