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Post by L a m b on Jun 17, 2008 21:39:14 GMT -8
Watch as they walk out the door Alone once more Minutes pass 'til you know their past You rush out Without a doubt You've done it so many times before Eyes scan the horizon the concrete then the woods No one around Bare feet slap A rhythmic pattern Wind dances past 'Til concrete gives way to grass Leaves underfoot The sound of dancing water just ahead You race faster Cold, tugs at you like an adder you don't care, as you dance through it 'til the shade of the trees engulf the city air Its well known in your head the path ahead You race onto it, twirling, winding Up, and Up Til you stand atop Looking down Wild, Freedom this is what its truly about (c) Scarface
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