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| In The Black by: Maury Lafoy It starts with giggles And nervous laughs You look around you but see nothing Painstaking care and nothing wrong With what you're doing Just what are you doing? I don't know if I'm running or I'm stopped Heaven help me I'm tired of reaching out In the black alone Lash out at others Accuse them of their game You know they did it, don't you? Your buck gets passed on to the mute comittee And "those stolen papers" I hear you say I don't know if I'm running or I'm stopped Heaven help me I'm tired of reaching out In the black alone Here I go Here, I'm running or I'm stopped But my thoughts are clouded in with jealousy I won't think things through clearly or carefully And now I sit here With my rattle on the bars I've lost my mind here, crazy I wish I hadn't turned my thoughts to thoughts of rage I only hope that you can read this page I don't know if I'm running or I'm stopped Heaven help me I'm tired of reaching out In the black alone |
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