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Running Out Of Steam

at every chance at the slight of a glance barbed wire fence within advance.., Johnny came out from the attic can you seek to cut it from above yet, a rod and stain tossed brevity as easy as it may seam given power in the pay check seeking self to please running out of steam slow at the staff ignored at the advance heros breed a dime a dozen Warhol sought his 15 minutes of fame guided nurse we kiss and plow sweet swollen kisses the more you ever plow had lost the key to Drakar perfumed won honestly you could see wait for the action one from a distance we lie a wait and agree we get behind a spark that's won gripped together out of scorched mockery running full circles within vast without don't fear the reaper... ravaged through the plunder the enemy screams back pain hushed past the New York mile the calm and hushed pull of the enemy sharing thoughts of the make believe no civil court a man of vial suited dreams Colton rushes ahead to give me his hand a seated ham the likes of Ashbery & Jackson... my mind is clearer now a curse nor a plough bridges to cross Madison County today we think with the lights to ponder waiting stil ever realizing a peddal pushers dream the sentiment of love out past the artic scene you can take me across although a Nigga with fries you could nail the porch out past the crowd of steam life goes before the fall to the wanna beat no it all Pond & Blake make no mistake put a silence to the know it all

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