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Uploaded on Oct 4, 2008
paper houses line the streets the streets create a town towns grow into armies armies shoot you down while the same humdrum that beats the drums compels you look around in time to see your paper houses burning to the ground
baby, there's no light at the end of the tunnel
glassy beaches hold the seas the seas they flood the world the world, she sinks in slowly leaves nothing but a pearl it fills a bag that slowly drags behind a crying girl barefoot striding glassy beaches give to waves unfurled
and she won't sleep for fear and baby, there's no light at the end of the tunnel
hopes they fall like broken glass into my overburdened lap i find myself now wishing in from the outside of the glass papercuts they split the sea to dry the sands that freedom bring you and i we'll never see the land of which we dream