Put the Past Aside - The Dark Side of the Moon
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Bitter, the taste of tears on your color less cheeks, breathe,
reality on the run hurts worse than the insane damage of
any words thrown in hatred; let my crooning eclipse you,
insolate you, like a halo on an angel. “Speak to me of us,
nevermind, the money and the great gig in the sky or them."
B itter, THE taste of tears on your COLOR less cheeks, BREATHE,
R eality ON THE RUN hurts worse than the insane DAMAGE of
A NY words thrown in hatred, let my crooning ECLIPSE YOU,
I nsolate you, LIKE a halo on an angel “SPEAK TO ME of US.
N evermind, the MONEY AND the GREAT GIG IN THE SKY or THEM."
Speak to Me/ Breathe, On the Run, Time, The Great Gig in the Sky,
Money, Us and Them, Any Color You Like, Brain Damage, Eclipse
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2015