Balboa
where are the words this time? they weren't made for this earth the searching ended at dawn we're buried in the mountains we feel without saying and we talk alone wear these stones close to your heart...
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The tragedy and mystery repeats like a farce A carousel of laughter as it all falls apart History sits in holding pattern As vultures circle our carcass Pinned down I can't touch you Like tableaux in...
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