stab in the dark

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stab in the dark

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i'll take a stab in the dark
that i don't know your real name
it got lost in conversation
the night that you placed the blame
on me for all the shit you said
and tried to make me break
down and apologize
for the facts you couldn't face

i'll take a stab in the dark
that you're not even home
even though you told me
you needed time to be alone
i put your picture face down
rather than stare at vacant eyes
one by one the lines are drawn
as i tally up your lies

i've got thoughts
swimming in my head
and soon enough
one of us'll wind up dead
you said to me
"it's about what you learn"
well i've learned my lesson
and i think that now it's your turn

i'll take a stab in the dark
and hope you end up on the floor
put you out of my misery
and deal with you no more
took your picture in my hand
and drew x's on your eyes
one by one the lines are crossed
soon spelling your demise

i've got thoughts
swimming in my head
and soon enough
one of us'll wind up dead
you said to me
"it's about what you learn"
well i've learned my lesson
and i think that now it's your turn
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By far your best work yet. Good fucking job.
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:mrgreen: very good
"How can we justify spending so much on destruction and so little on life?" Matthew Good

"The white dove is gone, the one world has come down hard, so why not share the pain of our problems, when all around are wrong ways, when all around is hurt, i'll roll up in an odd shape and wait, untill the tide has turned.....with anger, i'm dead weight, i'm anchored"- IME, God Rocket (Into the Heart of Las Vegas) ^ Some say this song is about a terrorists thoughts before 911

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I felt it in the wind, and i saw it in the sky, i thought it was the end, i thought it was the 4th of July.

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Post by One-Eye »

Jesus wow. *worships*
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Post by Sufjan Stevens »

Wow. All I can say is wow. You NEED to record this song and put it on the CM now.

I also like the subtle Alkaline Trio influences in there.
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thanks
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we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
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Post by *MaNdA* »

I agree, this is an amazing piece of work, i try to write stuff, but it doesn't turn out great. It's still a way to clear ur mind though. yet again, great work
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Post your stuff on here. Either people will like it or will tell you certain things to change to make it sound better. Either way, it's worth it.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
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