Monday Mar 03, 2008

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THE GOLDEN STATE

You are the hole in my head
I am the pain in your neck
You are the lump in my throat
I am the aching in your heart
We are tangled
We are stolen
We are living where things are hidden

You are something in my eye
And I am the shiver down your spine
You are the lick of my lips
And I am on the tip of your tongue
We are tangled
We are stolen
We are buried up to our necks in sand

We are luck
We are fate
We are the feeling you get in the Golden State
We are love
We are hate
We are the feeling I get when you walk away
Walk away

You are the dream in my nightmare
I am that falling sensation
You are my needles and pins
I am your hangover morning
We are tangled
We are stolen
We are living where things are hidden

We are luck
We are fate
We are the feeling you get in the Golden State
We are love
We are hate
We are the feeling I get when you walk away
Walk away
Walk away

You are the hole in my head
You are the pain in my neck
You are the lump in my throat
I am the aching in your heart

-John Doe (2007)
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alyk:
Really? I hope you like it. I think this is my favorite track:



I feel like I'm in a rut right now, because it's been so long since I've heard something new that really blew me away. 2008 kind of sucks.
cherry:
shit, I keep trying to leave a comment and it won't let me.

Anyway, ah, the familiar returns. Don't go hiding behind these lyrics though how ever much I love them xx.

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