Random Lyrics Post.
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Re: Random Lyrics Post.
"Oh my god, please help me.
Waist deep in the river, can you hear my plea?
He said son ya called, like a beggar in the streets.
You might make it boy but by the skin of your teeth.
I rambled with the worst of them.
Fell in love with a Harlequin.
Saw the darkest hearts of man.
AND I SAW MY SOUL STARIN BACK AGAIN."
Waist deep in the river, can you hear my plea?
He said son ya called, like a beggar in the streets.
You might make it boy but by the skin of your teeth.
I rambled with the worst of them.
Fell in love with a Harlequin.
Saw the darkest hearts of man.
AND I SAW MY SOUL STARIN BACK AGAIN."

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Re: Random Lyrics Post.
I had this dream where I relished the fray
And the screaming filled my head all day...
It was as though I'd been spit here
Settled in, into the pocket
Of a lighthouse on some rocky socket
Off the coast of France, dear
One afternoon four thousand men died in the water here
And five hundred more were thrashing madly
As parasites might in your blood
Now I was in a lifeboat designed for ten and ten only
Anything that systematic would get you hated
It's not a deal nor a test nor a love of something fated
The selection was quick, the crew was picked in order
And those left in the water
Got kicked off our pant leg
And we headed for home
Then the dream ends when the phone rings
"You doing all right?"
He said, "It's out there most days and nights
But only a fool would complain"
Anyway, Susan, if you like
Our conversation is as faint a sound in my memory
As those fingernails scratching on my hull
And the screaming filled my head all day...
It was as though I'd been spit here
Settled in, into the pocket
Of a lighthouse on some rocky socket
Off the coast of France, dear
One afternoon four thousand men died in the water here
And five hundred more were thrashing madly
As parasites might in your blood
Now I was in a lifeboat designed for ten and ten only
Anything that systematic would get you hated
It's not a deal nor a test nor a love of something fated
The selection was quick, the crew was picked in order
And those left in the water
Got kicked off our pant leg
And we headed for home
Then the dream ends when the phone rings
"You doing all right?"
He said, "It's out there most days and nights
But only a fool would complain"
Anyway, Susan, if you like
Our conversation is as faint a sound in my memory
As those fingernails scratching on my hull
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