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The Bolshevik Dandy
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« on: February 03, 2010, 05:21:11 PM » |
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I could live my whole,whole life in the night-time,
Laying in bed at night quite unaware,
Embroiding dreams into a nylon life-line,
Confused by what is Real and what is there.
I could leave the whole world behind at bed-time,
Lucid in covers,stark and crystal bear,
And twisting fantasies into a clear line,
Confused by what is Real.I'll see you there.
...CHORUS....
Oh,be careful where you tread.
Be careful where you tread.
Be care where you tread.
My heart's at the foot of the bed.
My heart's at the foot of the bed.
My hearts at the foot of the bed.
I could kead my whole,whole Life 'til dawn-rise,
Waiting 'til the Sun-shine does declare,
Passing back and forth into a dull rhyme,
Confused by what is Real but sleep is fair.
Sleeping now and more until I flat-line,
Resting then into a vacant stare,
Notions echoed over into twilight,
Confused by what is Real.I'll see you there.
...CHORUS....
Oh,be careful where you tread.
Be careful where you tread.
Be care where you tread.
My heart's at the foot of the bed.
My heart's at the foot of the bed.
My hearts at the foot of the bed
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