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Up another level

I got slower in my travels The sadder the sights that meet my eyes A reflection on the train windows Cities in decay, streets overcome with tears It cant move fast enough for me I feel the dirt of the city cling to my face Just sinking in the quicksand Hold up my hand for one last chance to be found up another level, holding out for an angel It could be you, although I'd take a chance on just about anyone I have flown through clouds of ash I have tasted the grass and its not sweeter On this side or the other Gotta reach up another level Dont want to be touched by the devil Please dont stray from me my guardian angel Hanging from a thread Spun by a spider since long dead Its up another level waiting to be released And this waiting game will finally cease

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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