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Too Dead for Dreaming
I look at you
You donβt look back
You canβt hear what Iβm saying
Blinkered, you start to backtrack
Into your world of playthings
Β
I wish youβd join me
You never know what you might see.
A thousand fountains β a million forms of ecstasy
A trillion ways to make your brain cells dance
But you wonβt even try, your pupils are too blind
Β
Iβll speak to
...Friday 30th August 2013 1:46 pm
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