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The seed implants in my head
Leabing the wound of a school marked by the hand
Once again it's caused misjudgment of me
Conservation is lost
So hold on...the ride is far too rough
Scream so they hear you again
Beneath the gorund the midnight lovers though
They thought they were alone
Once again my friends are banned
Hanging from trees with bark of a barbed wire frnce
Nylon burns so deep and the noose is too tight
My breath is taken from me
So hold on...the fall is far too long
Giving too much time to scream
Beneath the ground the midnight lovers though
They thought they were alone
But we were wrong!
We're watched from the distance
We're heard with satelites
Binocs and tripods kept us hiding
But we've found sanctuary
Copyright © Charles Grisham | Year Posted 2005
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