Recklessly Apart

Recklessly Apart Recklessly Apart

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Genre: Song Lyrics

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Status: Finished

Genre: Song Lyrics

Summary

taken from my book, "Hotwired Thoughts"

Summary

taken from my book, "Hotwired Thoughts"

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Submitted: August 22, 2011

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Submitted: August 22, 2011

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Recklessly Apart

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Brush away, brush away

Take away the living from the dead

Soon it's over, soon it's over

Time to dust the cobwebs

Drink with glee, drink with glee

Just be glad it isn't pee

Maybe in the morning, maybe in the morning

I could sink my teeth into the forgotten

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'Cause when I fall on my knees

I am begging for relief

there ain't no way out of

__sittin' in a corner

And singing to the fleas

That jump on and off me

All day

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Clean me now, clean me now

What's gone away is what's "here to stay"

Make over this, make over this

Thing you call a puppet

I would not, I would not

Drink to that in it's own way

So drag me out the dark, so drag me out the dark

So I could sip my coffee in the darkness

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'Cause when I rise up at all

I am only falling down

And there ain't no sound to make

__covering up my mouth

And stifling my laughter

That jumps out of my mouth

Some times

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__all hope is lost

__what the Hell?

__my anger stands

__stillness is it's purpose

__how it can come along

__and take away my heartbeat

__only forces me to go on

__but, I guess the meal is cooked

__when the timer goes off

__so I will sit and eat

__and food will go in me

__'cause you won't anymore

__you've shown yourself the door

__on your way to leaving me

__oh, please

__did you think I would kill myself?

__you were obviously trying

__to cause my dying

__but I'm gonna cross my finish line

__whether you like it or not

__so go run along

__and suck some one else's cock

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Brush away, brush away

Take away the living from the dead

Soon it's over, soon it's over

Time to dust the cobwebs

Drink with glee, drink with glee

Just be glad it isn't pee

Maybe in the morning, maybe in the morning

I could sink my teeth into the forgotten

-

'Cause when I fall on my knees

I am begging for relief

And there ain't no way out of

__sittin' in a corner

And singing to the fleas

That jump on and off me

All day

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08-19-'11 #2

D. L. Cannon


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