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Write Until You Drop Dead


Why does one equate logic for fear
 Never relent in ever giving up on the fight
 One hand to hold a heart to mend
 I treasured a red rose from a parted friend

 Look into the eye of the storm
 Cause mamma that's where all the fun is
 A challenge to be free is a question of time
 Love's duration in creating a rhyme

 Like a little child playing in the sand box
 We each drift off to are imaginary place
 Far from the notion of thought that leads to death
 I must confess that the heart is deceitful who can know it

 Write until you drop dead
 There is a funeral in my head
 The procession is out the door
 Lest I implore another place to score

 We have come this far not to turn back now
 No use looking back at the plough
 The madness of Van Gogh cutting off his ear
 Poe in the middle of the street in a drunken stupor

 Cobain as he help the microphone on stage
 There's an evil rage against the machine evil scheme
 Faces in the window with storms in the night
 Never relent to ever give up on the fight

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