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I'm reaching down, reaching out, trying to find your hand. Will guide me? Can you help me to understand? Starting from the first page, looking for the lie's name. The uttered sounds a thousand mouths fracture an author's name. I won't reach down or reach shit out. I'm not trying to find your hand if there's something you're hiding for the seizure of our dissonance.

Look at the sun as long as you can. Look at the houses here from where you stand. Are the lights on? Are they waking to the sound of the breaking that you won't sing? The closest thing I have is in the palm of your heavy hand. Not everyone will move when they hear the sound of that gun. If there's something that is weighted, you can't carry, (you don't need to) carry alone.

Memories fade, but experience is mapped in lines on hands and face which lead to heart. Keep a box of photos, snapshots to memorize. Mapping current situations to pieces of other lives. Memories fade, but experience is mapped in lines on hands and face which lead to heart. Trying hard to recall times we had, times we shared. Wasn't so long ago, but the focus blurs in my mind, trying to find a source or connection, a certain gesture or phrase that brings it all back to me. Memories fade, but experience is mapped in lines on hands and face which lead to heart.

They said the numbers were at equal. They set the tone; I felt divided. The calculations were a sure thing; I didn't buy it. I took the line; I took the time, tried to spread it out. I couldn't find a single sign that felt the same. Your ten is my two, and in the contrast, where are you? What's your name? I checked your figures. I reassessed and reassigned in order to try and find how you got your numbers. They didn't match; I guess the test was the only thing that's blind. The scales were weighted; tilt it left, tilt it right until it suits your needs. How you got your numbers.. Doctor results to fit the goal, a tempered guarantee. I vacate these educations, safely saving the divisions away from the scales you're swinging. And the decision's the autoclave; it's creating pressure releasing me, unsure.

So i sat, along the side, going over, going over. So I reach, up behind my head, find a switch, I swear I saw it all!
In the way. They say a light sparks. I swear I saw it all! In the way. They say a light sparks (but slow to a burn)
Where is my switch. I swear I had it all
To work, these kind, of lights. That used, to burn, so bright (inside)
Now i can't sit still, i've tried, i've tried now where's a switch, now where's a switch
To shove, to shove, these sparks inside.
I've tried, i've tried, now where's a switch, where's a switch. My last wish is to recognize which ignites a wish.

Well, here's to his health, man. See how he hardly stands? And if it weren't for the shine in his shoes, how would he walk over you? How should he understand when there is no plan? He has no plan. I'm so sorry son. A fatherless father's memory's a ton. (You that you'd shut it down). If you stay the same, it's yourself you have to blame. There's a line. And if you cross that line, if you walk that path, you will make some turns where there's no return.