You’re Spouting Off At The Seams

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You’re spouting off at the seams
The system melting from the status quo
Another former acolyte on the verge of revolt
The machine of government quotas; all systems go
But is this what we want from our society
I believe their intentional interference is a sin
Let us be, let us live a life peaceful & free
A life where a simple man might still be able to win

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Circular Arguments In My Semantical Nature

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Circular arguments in my semantical nature
Feelings expounded in earnest in the rain
Taking life slowly without such hassle
Exact footsteps allowing you the least bit of constrain
Sleep remains to appear in reoccurrences
Unchanged in our former exasperating doses
Unable to look away in these sudden urges
Ticking away, starlight illuminates one supposes

Differentiated Between All Your Loves

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Differentiated between all your loves
The former still intense among
Compounding the delicate feelings
Not wishing to be tattered or strung
We cannot control which way to flow
We merely have always tried our best
These are our most pure intentions
Injured since you left me out West

Max Headroom Is Stuck In A Box

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Max Headroom is stuck in a box
Reclusive creature of yesteryear
Been trapped there under lock
Trembling hands with rippled fear
Our former lives now tarnished
With time dropping of another grain
Too much polish, too much varnish
Our earnest vanity will be our pain
But to peel away those outer layers
Uncover something forgotten & small
Hidden deep, lest our betrayers
Might catch us before the squall

Floating Mercilessly Through Life

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Floating mercilessly through life
There’s a frightful hurt I can’t express
Another evening to fill the shadows
Gotta love the girls who say yes
Travels to the end & back
You owe them something you can’t be sure
Debts from so long into the past
Former lives back when we were pure
Standing naked in front of the bench
Those were the days when we really flew
Tears fall in thought for lost souls
In my prime, I could take out a whole slew

Crawling Away From Sudden Shores

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Crawling away from sudden shores
Locked away in anterior rooms
Sunlit beauties try to remain pale
Complexities of intimate bedgloom
Modern mermaids express themselves
Repelled by their former clamshell
Their silence betrayed the insane
Meeting up again behind the bandshell
Eastbound Portola around the curve
Writing hard to retain your shape
Lost in the Inner Sunset
Catching the N Judah to escape

She Was Telling Stories About Her Darker Creases

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She was telling stories about her darker creases
Seaside jaunts with a tireless string of boys
Social classifications leaving us feeling abused
Systematically wearing down a soul without any noise
Searching for fun in spite of former cuts & bruises
Sensations nearing proportions of hazy juvenile tales
Snapping to after another round of spirited friends
Sold on a notion even though our memory may fail
Sandy journeys bring us back to where we were lost
Still meandering around the area we remember most
Striking out to change the way our life unfolded
Stagnant when we finally return back from the coast

Rode The Train Through The Foggy Sunset

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Rode the train through the foggy Sunset

Wrote an outlaw song of love/hate

Undercurrent ramblings in sullen streets

For eternal happiness, I still have to wait

I ran away from my former sinful self

Peeling away truth from this somber gem

Trying to see clear of returning to you

No longer will I ever be listening to them

I break free of all regard

Push past all whispers in my ear

I rise, standing tall as a mountain

Waves wrap me, wiping away all fear