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08-27-2009, 07:10 PM
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Do Not Resuscitate
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Blood to Wine
Wide awake and dreaming,
Closed my eyes and I'm still seeing. Whats this voice, this voice I'm hearing. It speaks in toungues, and I'm getting colder. Misinterpretations, lost in train stations. Can't track myself down, confusion so profound. Twinkling transmissions, bitter exotic dishes. I've become my own mistresses. The eye, Ohhh, The mind. Ohhh, The Time, WHAT IS THE TIME Edit - exciting these will be lyrics for my song! They fit perfectly! Let's just hope my voice doesn't ruin the song haha. 
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