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I saw you standing there
With your sunglasses on
Hiding behind your hair
Hiding from everyone

You're just along for the ride
You're just along for the ride
You're just along for the ride but...

With all the movements in and out of focus,
we were waiting.

For just a moment when you catch your breath,
and stop your shaking.

The picture frame above your head against the window breaking.

Baby come down. Я буду вашим другом.
Показать вам примерно до Горького конца.
Вы бы проснуться в раннем утреннем солнце.
Молю Бога, чтобы вы не единственный, кто должен с ней бороться, когда мир стучится в вашу дверь, кто не получилось, чего вы боретесь.
Так что, детка, приди.
Я буду вашим другом.
Показать вам примерно до Горького конца.
Дайте мне то, чего я действительно могу понять.

Dust covered bodies spend the night
Hiding their faces from the light
Right broken statues in the park
Can't hide those amputation scars
Hide those scars

Don't wake me
Don't shake me

You're not pretty enough
You're not skinny enough
You're not healthy enough
You're not shaking at our touch

You're not lonely enough
You're not holy enough
You're not saying too much

Can I take your picture
And cover your eyes
Can I hold you in eternity
When the moment's right

I'm gonna pick those flowers
From above your head
I'm gonna light those candles all around

It seems I think I've found a lucky one,
who understands the way the world is spun,
who knows how to talk,
knows how to get upset,
who knows how to shock all the thoughts in the back of my head.

'Cause everytime I turn you look so lonely,
everytime I look, you turn away,

Rising under the lightning and thunder
The shadow is moving towards me eterinaly

Cant help but pull me under
Broken shell a full moon summer
Cant help but pull me under

The rain......

Everybody's got a secret life,
got their stars and stripes, got a sunrise.
You can see it when they roll their eyes to the neon lights in the night time.

And if you want it, it don't matter much,
you can never get enough.

You're searching for what?

The sound of pounding footsteps drew her attention as another of her neighbors jogged along the sidewalk. Andrea waved and received a smile in return. Lisa Halpern was a newlywed and had just moved in to a big colonial-style house a few blocks away, with her handsome young husband and their massive 4x4. Even in a baggy sweat-suit and leggings, Lisa looked perky and radiant as she raced away, while Andrea felt shapeless and pallid in her oil-stained mechanic's overalls.
Yeah, she thought, but just let her have a kid and then we'll see how quickly she starts to sag...
She turned back to the engine. "Okay. Okay." She paused. "What now?"
Evan peered past her and studied the problem for a moment. Reaching into the open toolbox on the drive, he retrieved a 5/16" wrench and spun it around in his hand, like a gunn'ghter twirling a six-shooter. "We're gonna be late again."
She took the tool from him with a nod. "When did you ever care about getting to school on time?" she asked over her shoulder.
The boy looked away. "We're puttin' up pictures for Parent's Night."
Andrea turned a bolt, ignoring the underlying tone in Evan's voice for the moment.
Her son rose up on his tiptoes.. "Remember, Mom, righty-tighty, lefty-lucy,"

I'm pulling needles from the pines
I'm shooting stars out from the sky
They used to tell me something
I must be hearing nothing
Always the last to fall in line

She used to wish the world away
He couldn't save the family name

War brought us together
Blew the world apart
You handed me the dagger
Aimed towards your heart

And I was laughing
Your eyes were televisions
High above the static

You don't ask much now
You don't ask much of me
Now
You don't belong here
But you'll never leave
Now

Don't ask me please, not anyone

I took your picture
I took your picture off the wall
Now there's nothing.
There's not anything at all
And if you think that you've below me, you don't know me anymore.
Yeah you've seen what I've been doing; yeah you've seen it all before
And if you say I've got a sickness and there isn't any cure
Well that's to bad,

scrawling as my hands start to move over the pages. It's a compulsion, driven by muscle memory more than conscious thought; I cannot do anything else but write.
The words escape my lips—saying them aloud seems to focus the agony. "If anyone finds this, then I guess my plan didn't work and I'm already dead..." With cold understanding, I'realize that I am crafting my own epitaph. "But if I can just go back to the beginning of all this, I still might be able to save her—"
There would be more, but the pain does not allow me. Blood spots the paper as it trickles from my nose. I'm rooting through the box now, tugging at the contents, fear and panic rising up inside me like a dark fountainhead. And there I find the reels, Day-Glo plastic spools heavy with strips of film, hundreds of feet of footage all packed into tight discs, labeled with black letters on age-worn masking tape. A single word in Jason's writing. My father's writing. Evan.
The film rattles through the aged projector and stutters into life—the air tingles with ozone from the laboring lamp and motors—the hot, close texture of heated celluloid. It's the smell of movies.
On the screen, behind the camera, Dad fumbles at the controls of the old Bell & Howell, working to keep it in focus as he follows Mom's gurney down the hospital corridor. She moves in

Comfort rivers and unmade beds
Empty house, where I lay my head
Phosphorescence
Silent dreams and unleft locks
I can feel the shaking tower loves
Phosphorescence

Way the wayning light

I don't know who you are
And I don't know where you've been
Always out on your own
Always down on your knees

Now you know I need a miracle
A star crossed lover
An arrow in my heart

I'm out on the wayside
Face down on the ground
Locked out from the inside
I'll never be found

I'm the salt in the water
I'm the scent in your hair
I'm the ring on your finger

Funny how, could have lived, yeah.
Funny how they really live.
Drag you down, and, pull you in, and,
Tell you nice you'll never win.

Pretty good at, laying low,
It's the, only place you'll ever go.
Prison doors, sound like, wedding bells,

You told me twice, 'You never lie'
Said 'Cross my heart and hope to die'

You wait until the day begins
Close your eyes and hold it in
Your filling up against your will
'Cos no one told you that silence kills

Shock myself again
Cross my name off the list
I don't belong

Why would you depend
On a voice that can only do you wrong?
I don't want to be alone

Ten out of ten for a race already run
Bleeding the world cause you can't figure out what's wrong

So come back down from your daydream high
Lost for words when you sympathize
There's a million ways to believe you tried

Well I'm