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It will be just me and you
The author and the muse
Whatever I may seem to value
I'll turn away by your command
Like I had to win back your favour
I know it so well
I know the sea swell
Wet sand under my boots
Red cliffs you are my muse
Yet this time
I feel the angles
Cliff edge is mine
From a photo booth near by
With a girl so lovely
I loved her dearly at the time
(Carnival, Carnival, Carnival, Carnival)
She had the sugar in her
O dubiety
E'er lugubrious
Thy diffusing mist
That environs me
Gloomily persists
By the iron gate
My accursed fate
Becomes preposterous
On this dark
muse
A rusted-out sign
Jesus loves you
Landmark of mine
I drill into
Some folktale
I'm keeping alive
While the curtain falls
Dramatic demise
I am a photo of the Moon by the lakeside
I am a photo of the Moon by the lakeside
Head's coming up from the water, with your crown
Made of hurt, made
goals, document me in your hall of faith
And write my name in your Book of Life
Ya’ll know it’s by the grace, right?
Moving on from muses isn’t easy, no
Comes Around
Use more "Cheat Days" now
Than Adam Levine takes!
Like Spunkmeyer, I'm Straight up
Muffin Topping
Fall Instagram, it’s Waist up, Photo
Long ago and far away in a different age
When I was a dumb young guy, I
Fossilized photos of my life then
Illustrate what an easy prey I must have
wants to kiss my snatch
To go where God knows who has gone before
I am a muse, not a mistress, not a whore
Oh, suburban shits who want some class
is call
But nobody ever hears the silent scream
Christmas came and went again but still nobody came
Staring at her wedding photo in a frame
She's
a walk without hesitation
Is all that we seem but a dream within a dream?
Where all the muses when I need them to think?
Life goes by it’s a matter
nights and a ray of gentle lights
So tonight
Dance and cry
The dead alive
Monuments were awfully dense
I flew by in a daze on the freeway
He can
muse ,
This space is feeding my truth.
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And I might ,
Light up some sage & relax by some kyanite,
Highgrade & lofi a di type vibe fi mi right mind ,
I
I'm just crazy.
Inside I must continue.
I see her, my stiff muse,
Jutting around round round
Round like a broken speeding statue.
The colonial
portraits of the Jovian sky
Purgatory in hearts filled up by
Juno's photos of the Jovian sky
Purgatory in hearts filled up by
Juno's photos
sports games
Don't ride this rollercoaster
Buy sheet icing tonight
Snacks and drinks
Clear space
Get rid of photos
Swimming lessons
Sell car
Don't get
Cause I feel trapped by all this
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
They live in the attic of my mind shadow muse
They crowd with their phrases of discouraging half
spaces
Mind all the pretty faces
I'm bound to swap 'em out
With a template of my muse
That one I stole from the clouds
I thought I won that round
Look
Is happiness real?
Or am I so jaded
I can't see or feel - like a man been tainted
Numbed by the effect - aware of the muse
Too in touch with
And life is drifting by
Still I hold on and wait
I know it's not too late
And my breeze will come
Muse you satisfy my soul
Keep me warm while
In the parting, there's a pattern
A sense of starting in what's to happen
Into focus, out of the picture
Swarm in the locusts sent by the scripture
every photo of the earth
Is artist trickery
All the photos on Google man
Are as fake as fake can be
Download all the photos
And put em side by side
Oh how
Generate the wave
On the ground
Deep claw
A photo pass
Four words of hate
Me I'm packing bleak, yeah
Her refrain
Spread over
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