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Cheryl Townsend |
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AND ANOTHER Last chance love echoes in hotel rooms under spinning ceilings and over proof breath It doesn't matter who is who or why Everything's perfect before that last blast of reality fades Dripping dreams onto someone else's laundry STEP The pain of his hatred was deafening but I always managed to hear Even now it echoes against my choices In the mirror I see who he created and just as easily took away Sometimes I think there should be a better definition for the past or is today merely a reason for deja vu I want to close the cover to somebody else's story Shake my head sorry Humble myself with pity But that story fills my diaries chasing itself and catching me |