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make more
To my last breath, I'm blessed
I'm brave to the core
Bread the destroy
Living and you'll die by the sword
Have no remorse
Looking in myself for

To understand you're not a man for me 
I am done 
What took me so long 
To understand you're not a man for me 

I've been sleepless 
Inspired by you, my muse 
No

The Muse I call experience
The Muse I call experiment
The Muse I call experience
The Muse I call experience
I know it when I feel it

I see the grass

the one boo

Yeah we broke up
And I have to grieving to do
Because you’re a curse in disguise
What a blessing
I had to become my own muse
I had to become my

else

I'm hanging by a thread, hanging
And I'm asking for a hand, asking
But I'm only needed when it's good for them

I can't be your muse
If the only

Promises only lead to let down
Agreements bound by senseless minds
Pain is felt through the ties of blind compassion
Resolution does not exist
We are

at night

You were my muse now you're nothing more
Than a couple of lyrics to settle a score

I'm alright alright
Sing this song I know I was right

Pretty

I was doing
I was in and out the muse smelling like a pound or 2
I was fucked up by my doley, I was living in the streets
I was down and I was stuck

Can you meet me at the top
Right by the city view
I want to show you all the tricks that I can do
Can you meet me at the top
Right by the city view

Now it's getting louder
Time and time and again I
Broke down
Fooled by the wind
I'm just as bad as you

So maybe I'm a masochist
I'm delicate
I found

of you
You are the muse
To an idle fool
You're far away
But not at all
You're in my mind
Right by the pool
When time runs slow
I think of you
You are

you're my muse
Now I'm feeling useless
Guess it isn't breaking news that
Every song's inspired by you
Every song's inspired by you
Every song's inspired by

the one who is touched by the grace of your magic spell

Alight! You will be reborn from your own ashes
Alive! I'll be your muse eternally
Alight! You will

. 

Music, music, music . . . of the Muse.

Words and Music by Kari Tieger AKA Karen Brennan
Copyright 2004 ASCAP, Vox Tigris Publishing

task was replaced
By an empty court and a book...
Without pages
Upon the dying muse the ancient gods are motionless
In front of a mirror they're admiring

If I need a muse you are right there
Wake up to a smile from my nightmares
When it all goes wrong you my lifeline
Put me in my right mind by

thunder rages

Hear the song of the devil's choir
Played before a muse of fire
By the sword we march for glory
And the conquered kneel before me

You're showing me who you are
It comes by day and night
But what if the muse runs dry?

You are the one
You are the one

Thinking how and worry when
For

nothing else to lose
You know I don't need nobody you can tell by how I move
But you can be my muse
Give a fuck about the rules
I know I'm nothing like

like that Gaga lady said
Not my fault
Not my fault
Not my fault, oh
Not my fault
Not my fault
Not my fault
Not my fault
What's by my fault is
My

Oh oh oh
Living by the book it's a wild look
Straight as an arrow no shadow or crook!

Woke up at dawn just thinking of mowing my lawn
Leviticus says

blown).
I'm captivated by your every tone (every tone).
With every stroke, I bring you to life (to life).
Seven colors, you're my muse, my light (my light).

Just like a muse to me (oh-oh), you are a mystery (oh-oh)
Just like a dream (oh-oh), you are not what you seem
Just like a prayer, no choice your voice

want to clutter your space
I’d never want to weigh you down
I’d hate to get in the way
I don’t want to bother you by sticking around
For too long
But