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[ Breathe e'Zine - Volume 1, Issue 2 - January 8, 1997 ]
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Breathe!
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+ Introduction by Belial - [January 8, 1997]
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Welcome to the second edition of Breathe. This issue is dedicated to the
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art of poetry. The poems in this issue of Breathe reflect what, in my
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opinion, is "real" poetry. That is, poetry that comes from the heart, the
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poetry that comes from your own mind, not influenced by the trends of the
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time, poetry written for the sake of the art... for the sake of the poet.
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It's too often that I see, especially on the computer, the art of poetry
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being abused. The constant abuse of poetry has ultimately lead to the
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dismissal of poetry as being a beautiful and vital part of literature and
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writing or as a form of art in general.
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Poetry is an expression of the soul, working in conjunction with the mind
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and the body.
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The next few poems, in my opinion, reflect this definition of poetry.
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Breathe e'Zine, Volume 1, Issue 2 (c) 1996 by Belial (Marc Newman), all
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rights reserved. Copyrights to articles, stories, poems, and illustratio-
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ns are the property of their creators. The contents of this publication
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may not be reproduced in whole or in part without consent of the copyright
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owner.
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I would like to thank everyone who contributed to this issue, including:
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Mindcrime, Edicius, Luke Skywalker, SpoonDog, and Stephen Edwards.
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-- Belial [marc@netlabs.net]
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+ "Untitled" by Belial (in memory of Tourian)
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[Note: This poem is dedicated to a friend of mine in the ansi art scene
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who died a number of months ago. It sucks when people die, but it
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sucks more when people you know die.]
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Enter him, the lost soul's lost Paradise.
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Calm sea, the bitter ocean's rage.
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A winter's wind,
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The wayward candle, his once
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Proud flame...
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And to that,
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The red leaf's broken wing.
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Take flight,
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A lifetime's life, and
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Silence in...
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A lifetime's last
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Twilight.
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+ "Poet as Painter (for Screamin' Jay Hawkins)" by Stephen Edwards
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I'm painting an oil
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A portrait of a man
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How can I paint a smile
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On this foggy night?
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Dressed in black, his thin fingers wrinkle
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Arthritis hands that we'll never touch
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Catching a cab, or picking a flower
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Hitchhiking and bowling
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Maybe out on the river rowing
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How can I paint a smile
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On a name I don't know?
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All over the world little hearts are always breaking
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And little tears are falling
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Why would you think that he's any different?
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So again I ask you
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How can I put a smile on his face?
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+ "The Black Dove" by Mindcrime
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A man approached me on the stree today
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To peddle his wares of blue and grey.
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He spoke of my hate and my iniquity,
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My soul he could see despite my solidity.
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I never meant to be the man I am,
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A skeptic, a sinner, too quick to damn.
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Lust ever present, I long for true love,
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Fear manifested, I dream the black dove.
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Change is forever sculpting my mind,
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It's too damn hard to live a life of this kind.
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My soul burning in hell, conscience maddending,
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Stuck in a life so depressing and saddening.
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I'm not locked in this life, I don't require a key,
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There's more of my life on the horizon, you see.
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I can't make it all happen, but i'll give it a shove,
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Freed from this life, fly away my black dove.
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+ "Clone" by SpoonDog
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Doomed
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To utter submisson
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Of myself
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And all thought
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And emotion
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Trying to make me change
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Trying to make me a clone
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FUCK YOU!
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I'm never going to become
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One of you
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I will be who I am
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By myself
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And not you
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But the day will come
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When you win
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And I am left to
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Nothing
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Nothing
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Nothing
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A clone
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+ "The Mighty Man" by Stephen Edwards
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I am the Mighty Man
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Master of my dark cigarette smoke filled apartment
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Ruler of the world
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I can sit here with my back on the floor
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And the world waits for me
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It slows
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It stops
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I eat, drink, smoke, fuck & shit
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And now, staring at the slow, unmoving walls of my apartment
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I rise
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And strut over to the window
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BAM! Window wide open, shadows in the moonlight, dick to the world
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I jerkoff out window so the world can move again
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In peace and eternal love
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Amen.
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+ "Futile" by SpoonDog
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I dont know what's real
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Or what's meant to be
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Forsaken blind in this land of sight
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I am cast out
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I dont know how I want to feel
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Never did
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Constant inner hatred
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Can't fight it
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Bringing me down
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Faster,
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Faster
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To the ground
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Plunging me deeper into this hell
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Hoping I will awaken to anew
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But
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It doesnt stop
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The never ending
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Never stopping
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Never releasing
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Can't stop the anger and sorrow
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... Futile
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+ "Stage" by SpoonDog
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Every day
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I don my mask
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And
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I climb up onto this stage of mine
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And I perform
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I act as if I'm happy
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I act as if everything is fine
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But I am dying away
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A rotting corpse with a smiling face
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Contridiction
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Abomination
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Perched upon his own stage
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+ "Surrender" by SpoonDog
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Thoughts scattered across the sky
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In a hazy mess
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Too far away for me to touch
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I reach my hands into the air
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Hoping to catch a piece of me
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Tangled
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And
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Distraught
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In despair
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Writhing to break free
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But my furious attempts
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Prove useless
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I now choose not to try anymore
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Been rejected too many times
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It's not worth the effort anymore
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I can't stand to be smashed into pieces again
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+ "Nothing Did" by SpoonDog
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I walk here alone
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And
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I stare in their eyes
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And
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See emptiness
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And
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I feel sudden hatred at the way you are
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So beautiful above your barren wasteland inside
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I want to smash your face with my stare
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But
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I divert my eyes,
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Ponder my motivations,
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Reasons,
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Meaning... I find I have none at all
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And
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Go about my business...
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+ "Untitled" by Belial
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Dreams,
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Visions of night.
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The soft swell
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Of imagination,
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The joy found
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In the rising sun.
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Simplicity--
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Life and pleasure.
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But,
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Blinded by pain
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And longing.
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Desire.
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Truth.
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The balance holds.
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Life.
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+ "Dumb Girl" by Edicius
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Hey, I know you're dumb
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Really dumb at times
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You do really stupid things
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But that's ok
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You're just a girl
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I mean, hey, you're a girl
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It's not that bad
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It's just that you do stupid things
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& you're pretty dumb at times
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& you don't have self control
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Over your body, or your mind (at times)
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But that's ok
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I know you're dumb
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In fact, really stupid
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You're just a girl
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But I'm just a boy
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& I still like you
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Even though you're really dumb
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Given the chance
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I could be that dumb
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Well, I may not have sex
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With five different guys
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On videotape
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In front of strangers
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At a weird house
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With a carrot
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But that's ok
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Be as dumb as you want
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You're just a girl
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But I'll still like you
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Maybe we can be dumb together
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+ "My Star In The Darkness" by Luke Skywalker
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The first time I saw her
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I was struck by her beasuty
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I know not how I came to find the star
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As it shot across the otherwise bleak night
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The trail it left behind illuminating
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A happier place to be thanks to that shooting star
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I often find myself wondering
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When will I see this star again
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It seems like forever until that fateful night
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I was not expecting it
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But her radiance once again fills the night time sky
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I can do nothing but appreciate, perhaps even give thanks
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This shooting star has given me light
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Pointed me in a new direction
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The image of the star is imbedded in my thoughts
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Majestically streaking through the black sky
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The star is no longer hard to find
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I see her everytime I close my eyes
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And I believe the star is now a part of me
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As together we ride off in the midnight sky
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+ "Sea of Tears" by SpoonDog
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Drowning
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Sinking
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I try to call out to you
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But
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My voice is choked by
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The raging sea of tears
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That I created myself
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You offer your hand to me
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To save me
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I wish to grasp on to it
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But I refuse your help
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Fearing pulling you in too
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I cannot trust myself
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Raging emotions deep inside
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Drowning me day by day
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Downward on a spiraling whirlpool
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Your hand still remain extended
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I still refuse
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Drowning by my own will...
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