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The sliders

watching my life on repeat
the perfect human i am
here to teach the angels about innocence
and train the souls for the game of cheat death
the muse of inspiration points many fingers at me
some subtle and some very obvious

ode to the girl who in my dreams
had an apartment in the sky
slide on over and guide holly
through all of her rough times
train her good
for the project at hand
i will call you six
you know who you are singing french in april

they spy me from afar
and know me inside out
my dear friend whose on the verge of sanity
needs a man made miracle to help her out
This tool comes in handy but i call you marbles now
you have an army of your own
i take control
and this puzzle is for you to figure out

such sweet songs of the blasphemous world
a serial killer poster of a girl
and now this show takes a hold
unknowingly humbling and helping my brother
i see you inspire such change to force the cornered to fight for freedom
and now you know much of the stairway to heaven
i will call you scope as i freshen my breath and look through the glass

my little sister
her life is taking shape
three days grace of notice
she just might become everything you love
and she is not your toy so dont take the bait
encourage all of her goals and dreams
help her find who she is growing to be
i will call you sox
and there will be much to learn from what you teach

my little brother
dont forget to sink the Pink
my memory lingers on yet the new day has dawned
and this man made angel psychic sidekick
i call slippers
is pulling such sweet strings

for anyone who knows me
an object to crave to be yours
plan to fail or be uninvited
and i call this guardian soap for she plays an important role through many of my 
hells

for those who dont know me
but we have an interaction
and your testing out this dream sea of conciousness to seek the truth
Our lady peace i call shells
will be working on those outside the sphere of influence
perhaps letting you in or building walls

i will need to slide
to fake my death and earn my prize
two sides slipping away and working together to plan to fail 
as i succeed
teaching amagic trick for the weaponry of the muse
in case this ever happens again

slide the note
the will of deaths vacation
and death by lottery scheme

this dream is governed by ten fingers plus one
when everything feels wrong
I call them shine


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