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Vaccine

 

Vaccine

(album: No More Stories - 2009)


Two words a day. It's seems a waste.
Can we go on it, into your place?
(Quick is the passing daylight.)

And it's meant for you what is left of me.
Is it on purpose you cannot see?
(What is the reason truly?)

We know you and it's true, San Marie.
We helped you get to be all rid of now.
It's gone for good.

Where vaccine Maria, fit Maria
Slowly searched the arch-less singing words

Don't worry,
there were trips,
see easy there were trips.
Now I'm lost.
You now have to find me.

When you got to bring it over,
The feeling isn't over
And we can't create.
(Still in your mind's eye.)

And your retina is clouded.
We made a joke about it.
It's funny kind of.

We lost the plot. We plumb forgot.
For all those tasking hours that stopped.
(Quick is the passing daylight.)

When your day is wrong and it speaks to you.
We know you're after some kind of truth.
(What is the reason truly?)

We know you and it's true, San Marie
We helped you get to be

Where vaccine Maria, fit Maria
Slowly searched the arch-less singing words

Don't worry,
there were trips,
see easy there were trips.
Even when she has no wish for arms.

When you got to bring it over,
The feeling isn't over
And we can't create.
(Still in your mind's eye.)

And your retina is clouded.
We made a joke about it.
It's funny kind of.

That week you spent in the hospital,
I was so scared you'd disappear.
Did you know that?

We cope It's to pieces now the diligence of hope.
And me The worst kind of person a person can be.
Some prize. But to your eyes I'm a wholly different size.
Maybe we can make it together.

done

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