This is the last day
of our lives
stillborn babes
weary midwives
this is the last song
I'll ever sing
paid a ransom
fit for a king
eye on the clock
hand on the door
truth be told
I don't buy it anymore
reading the leaves
it's time for tea
sipping your slogans
I get it
what's in it for me?
this is the last line
ever spoken
the laugh track
must be broken
this is your last chance
for redemption
to break free
of convention
eye on the sky
feet on solid ground
instead of goodbye
I'll see you around.
The Last Song
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- Moushka
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Re: The Last Song
Stuck on Number 2. Learning to begin.
1.Believe 2.Belong 3.Become
1.Awareness 2.Acceptance 3.Action
1.Believe 2.Belong 3.Become
1.Awareness 2.Acceptance 3.Action
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