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and 'dagos' where ever I go 

Behind me my shadow looks beat up and tired - my tongue's hanging out - and my feet are on fire

Run - run - running out out

I'm faceless
The masks I wear wear me till I am worn off
I'm ageless
My longest hours lull me till I'm dead
I'm empty
The noisy silence comes with no

worn, I've seen this all before
Psychoneurosis, we swing back and forth
Access and egress of a place shared by all
Slipping in and out of a sleeping crawl

Ways
Two trees by the bank have grown twisted and forever joined as one
Through the hollow of the trees, through the shadow of the canopy
Thick green

Baby you are

And I ask myself the reasons that I stay
Baby you are
Baby, Baby you are

I can't crawl out
Don't want to stay awake
Too worn to cross

Twilight fell upon the darkening road
I found myself, again, alone
Street lights went out by one by two by three
And I revelled in the shadows that

forms and sight-worn we navigate
By fingertips, omen and cash

Can you remember the dreams in the rain
And when we made pancakes without any grain
Forever

really nothing left to say about it 
I'm quick to remember how to live without it 
The shadows we cast are tied to our whims 
But the scars we incur are

When the sun has passed over and captured the day
The dark clouds and shadows have all passed away
And I by the wayside a hasty night camp
Having

So picture this
He reads the paper
She sets the table
The evening sun begins to cast their shadows long

Well how cinematic
Two weary actors
Are

wear 
We get worn out and lose our shine
So say your prayers down in the darkness where
Even the damned can have a damn good time 

Honey won't you tell

You fabricate the story
So you look like the hero
That gold heart worn on your sleeve
One touch turned my hand green.
You narcissist
Can you even

like ancient empires
You're worn out, down, and tired
You've achieved all the goals to which you've aspired
One day, if you're sad and gloomy
You'll be

inside a cluster of memories
every turn leads to dust
static whispers humming with ease
leaves a shadow, a formless debris 

painting the tragedies

it's nice to meet'cha, I am the shadow creeper 
I'm only here to break the ground right out from underneath ya 
I rep that shadowground sound, you know

I See No Sunlight
I Roam Solely Being Worn With Grey Fur
Burdened With Sorrow And Spite
And At Night Like A Shadow In Silence
I Run Forth Upon

Too long you have cast a shadow
On the fields of the battle worn
Your existence a mockery of all we've fought and died for
Cower behind your

The miles roll by and your back is wet
And the shadows grow so long
It seems a million miles
And a long long while
Since you turned that motor

they`d ever worn
With their arms around each other when they first started dating
He looks like one of The Monkees
She looks like Marcia Brady

Things may

Dependent 
On the pain 
Erratic moves

The curse of a coward
The verse he devoured
The shadow that towers over has left him lame
The first to be worn down

a child, a friend
A child again

From the mud is where they're born
Darken bodies
Thin and worn
They walk around me through the trees 
Blending in
So no one

the country like a worn out vice
And found herself a key to fame's golden gate

Now his shadow lays occidental
And his sorrow is rounded gentle
When he sees her

The houselights fade to black
This stage is empty
My heart is empty too
Now you're gone

All the drama's worn us down
Driven us underground
There's

to my address 
Behind me I would hear the old footsteps
See that worn out coat and dark dishevelled hair

When I was 65 
Just catching up with John