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Underground eXperts United
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[ The Poetry Of Travis Ray Cole ] [ By Travis Ray Cole ]
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"WINGED PHILOSOPHY"
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by
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Travis Ray Cole
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Washed away pain and he dream believed
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defend burning magic dose beliefs
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wish tomorrow wanted to be
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smiling pressure points mark the earth
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time dust stopped clock anti-beliefs
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bats hiding over me uniformed
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save the love,feeling apathy
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where they nailed jesus to the cross
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maybe because he came instead of me
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white smoke against angels wings
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nails in your hands and feet
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lines of life preying fetish mind diease
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acupunture rinse killed a tree
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a tree for a cross
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tell on me lift it for society
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blame them for the flag meaning nothing but
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preacher's humour is no longer amus-ing
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trade christmas headstones trip for seeds
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in need of new love
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playing games strong as the sea
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released to hold on to me
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in the arms of rock and roll
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ive wanted you and only dreamed
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burning in love
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i know you wanna believe theres nothing up above
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lighting skies made easy and moved tornados
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war time lust what could it mean
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rivers glowed with blood
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envy green spells turning
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man made god god made dream
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its you i really love
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throw away thoughts never again seen
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angel didnt have to love at least not me
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lust would see no where is ever home
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run out on me
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go the moon is full
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i'll always wait and see
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the snake die and bleed.
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shadows in the garden eating glass
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as the second hand moves lie to me
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in coming for the last strike
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never wounded with lost love
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"The Non-Art of Angel's Wings"
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by
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Travis Ray Cole
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Angel a miracle psyche's in love with me
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truth in love magic honesty
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whose breath creates more than material possessions
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speak philosophies wait for me
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stone castles have stone walls they fall
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bridge across the rivers of hell
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I taste her dream loves beautiful form
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mind shadows wizards gods and kings
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all pray to angel's wings
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past life lust balance mind healing
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shes got power over me
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entangled in routine
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universal thoughts more art than poetry
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burden of beliefs worship is she the devil i see?
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I put her on a cross
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goddess halo hearts break and roses feeling
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real can not be lost
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unlocked her heart is free
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only to want only me
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"The Game"
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by
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Travis Ray Cole
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I lead and die,retreat
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next turn sacrafice exceeds
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beyond the limit of need
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one more time your move
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don't try to why would you cheat and lose
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next is a forced turn
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no dice your off your feet
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time runs out it seems
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clock takes its lonely turn
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opens the board filled with war
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rules and church of life theme
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mind win trip scheme
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I think we win to lose
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not ever knowing the price of dues
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I dream of your next move
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keeping score by death once more
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knowing what the other side holds
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not greener and there is no gold
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the many pieces that don't fit the puzzle
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not thinking we lose each other
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so left is the ghost of knight
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the dying mustang ride
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and as many queens as death warrants
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a pawn that don't want to be a number anymore
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leaving only the colors of hurt
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never living in check anymore
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do you wanna play some more
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the black widow no viel
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slides across the crossroads
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no devil to take my name
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"Same Question"
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by
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Travis Ray Cole
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Is this what you want it to mean?
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lie awake and dream another minute of speech
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words bite me and birds sing
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like it was a joyous thing
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rollercoaster waste lines
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rip apart my very mind
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don't stop to let me breathe
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breath of fire
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poision scream
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I can't think about you
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or what you've stolen of me
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could've held you in the rain
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mind lost am I without you
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rusted metal piercing
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blood.....run
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mine keeps flowing
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out of the life I seek
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am I just dying?
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honey's been too sweet
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stealing time taking dreams
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while it could've been you and me
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theres one way to save the heart
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thats stabbing outward in a hell of greed
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still its left without me
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leaving only the echo of need
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all I could ask myself
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is'nt it just a nightmare?
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does it mean anything?
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As the clouds keep turning
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black and piccasso grey
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killing the art around us
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making life into time dust waste
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Demon Seed
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by
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Travis Ray Cole
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I wanna bite the apple,I wanna kill the snake
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I wanna skin him alive for heavens sake
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I wanna bite the apple,spit out the seed
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cause the lord knows I'm the demon seed
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in revelations or on page one
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when he comes calling the deed is done
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I wanna eat the apple,I got the hunger and need
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for the taste of Eve the morning brings
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I wanna bite the apple,kill the snake
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take all the blame,it's not her mistake
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The River
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by
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Travis Ray Cole
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If I go off................................to war,
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will you still wait for me?
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If the pigs set me up tomorrow
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will you wait till I'm free?
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you still have cable television
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to save your nites alone
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we will always be together just like a country song and believe in true
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love like it'll never end
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I know I'm just thinking about the future
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and the day I'm gone I lose
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If something comes between us
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is it me that you will choose?
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theres no guarentee
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as boring as life could be
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will you always be true
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and chain your ass to me?
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oh let our love flow AT$T
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"What's in a name"
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by
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Travis Ray Cole
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A rose by any other name,does not equal you
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don't judge a rose by it's color,
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one petal is not even close to the truth
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roses dying on the cross,no way to rebloom
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give me your love, I'll give it back
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I only want a girl like you
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a path of rose petals opening up
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for love feeling truth
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a lie about a rose could come back
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& stick right into you
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a trail of roses on the ground for you to walk upon
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even without love, a rose dies and is gone
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when your love grows deep in the heart of the sun
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with the mist of dew in its mind,
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waiting for the summer
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all the time... you spent waiting,
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thought I'd never come
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from the bush where
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love emerges and unfolds our love
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a bud has awakened ,everythings coming up roses
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and the rose water that is steeping
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is distilling for your lucious loving mind
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"How do you start over"
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by
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Travis Ray Cole
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I started with nothing
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I want nothing
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I need nothing
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I have nothing
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I leave it all behind
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theres to much weight to carry
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to keep these things with me
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I need this,this is mine
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I want nothing
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I have nothing
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I am nothing
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nothing is mine
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there is to much to keep
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I really dont need this muesum of mine
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I leave it
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I start over
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yeah its over
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and I dont even have or need what was/is mine
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I start with nothing
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not even a memorie I try to forget the time
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I start at the end
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I start to begin
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I start without you this time
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Ive got to keep going
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I can not stay here and rust and rot
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while you are doing fine?
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I start again
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I see no end for me I have to try
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you can have what you need or what I dont
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thats ok...yeah it is fine
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I leave these things that slow me down
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Ive got to far to climb
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I would take you with me but you couldnt last
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and I dont wanna leave you whereever
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Im not coming back to in this life
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I start without you
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I am without you
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I dont feel it
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like its a lie
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I...
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wish you could run with me
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I wish you had my seed
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I wish I could hold you and make it alright
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I WISH
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that I could believe
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I wish I lived the dream
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and never want to die
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I want nothing
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I need nothing
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I have nothing
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I leave it all behind
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theres to much weight
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to carry
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to keep these things with me
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I need
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this is mine
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I want nothing
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I have nothing
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I am nothing
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nothing is mine
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there is to much to keep
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theres no such thing as deep
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its just levels you and I
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that might be why
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I really dont need this muesum of mind
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"Another Rose"
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by
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Travis Ray Cole
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You to me,romanticlly
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love like we hold hands
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wrapped like a thorny vine
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catching holding never letting go to what is inside
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your frozen heart lets go and fly
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like the very meaning of our very bieng
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and love discovers what?
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what we mean,defined what is us what we mean
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love begins to know
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to what is not,you close the door
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I am what you know
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from the middle till the end
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across the street and back again
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as a bird not raven flys
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the darkness turns to light.
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and freedom screams our dream
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light shut out the night alone we two
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just me and you
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from the crossroads the devildog is gone
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you are not a dove we two are just love
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and held like it was gods hands holding me you
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rolling the dice in the middle
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of the intersection of our life.
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you fly
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but not away
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not away from me
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not away from me this time
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there is no him
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there is no her
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there is us
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love in the heart of lust
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could the choice be made
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could the decision be wrong?
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we will live within while living out this poem.
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stealing from the games score
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We keep playing
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play somemore
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kiss me one time I adore
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the heart that you do hide
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the love in your mind
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the times we said goodbye..
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"War Room"
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by
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Travis Ray Cole
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Yes I have been there
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it was me
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getting my share of some fantasy
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the war room
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all things of war
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make your move
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war whore
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the war room
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with piece of mind
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looking to acceppt what is me this time
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I dont know if I can deal with what is me this time
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it is me inside
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it is peace I find
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the war room
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and its been sometime
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the medals of hate to celebrate
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the photos of what the rich have left
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do your napiolian james dean
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the war room
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holds onto me
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and loves only me
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because theres no one else around
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and the devil comes as pretty
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as push comes to shove
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the war room
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with a hundred doors
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its got its own asmosphere
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dont leave me alone
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come back and love me
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until I love
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the war room
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a fantasy
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relived
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the war room
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from where I have lived
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the war room
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a block from where I was born
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the war room
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the war whore
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the bullets and shells stained with blood
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the pieces of hundreds of years
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and countries that fell
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at no price
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the cost is mine
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the past of time
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the peace that I find in
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the war room
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the lust too.
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I never thought of dying soon
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where is my self
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I love myself
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where is the dream
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I think fantasy
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so I come to
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THE WAR ROOM...
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"Filth"
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by
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Travis Ray Cole
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Shes so burnt out on love
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I could do anything
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she dont think of love
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and now her hearts not frozen
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she sometimes goes without
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and it does'nt get her anything
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she wants to end the life that needs a life
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to get over living again
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she wants to run from the problems
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of love that no love is taking
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she knows theres no where to go
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but shes gotta get outta the rain
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shes so burnt out on love
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theres no lust in anything
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shes not turned on
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or in tune to what I am playing
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she is thinking of something else
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and her minds not on what Im saying
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so I get bored with lust
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until you show me something
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"ART OF WAY" by
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Travis Ray Cole
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The Artist is the art
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she moves,she moves me
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she speaks and calls my name
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she laughs I can smile and dream
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I said shes love
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reason
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I've waited all this time for something
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not really knowing until I seen it
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at this point there is no season
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the begining
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she gives me clubs hearts and diamonds
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the spades I dig up on my own
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she lets me win until the last moment
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and puts me in checkmate again
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she spins and tries to get it off the ground
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its up to the wind to choose to take it
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I run with her
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I run for her
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I run to her
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she is a gift
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she is she I am me
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together we listen
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to her I whisper
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don't I tell her my best line
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and go back and rewrite them?
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can I ever really love what is love
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am I the only one
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I should not say anything about it
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its too late
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I could'nt wait
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just outta the blue
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from nowhere
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"I love you"
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across the sound
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from now on
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would I say the right thing
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would'nt I do anything
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and be crazy enough to quit
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whatever got in the way
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crazy about the reason I have to love
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me and you
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Bread and water"
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by
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Travis Ray Cole
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Bread and water think of you
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bread and water think of you
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bread and water think of you
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The airs to thin to run
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The sky ain't blue
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Bread and water think of you
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bread and water think of you
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bread and water think of you
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nowhere to hide
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your love ain't true
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Bread and water think of you
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bread and water think of you
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bread and water think of you
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If I can't be free
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I can't be cool
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dying to live my life with
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without with without
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am I on the right track
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or am I just another?
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am I going to ever win
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you as my lover
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everything that comes my way is SHIT compared to you
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bread and water think of you
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bread and water think of you
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bread and water think of you
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I don't belive in free
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I belive in you.
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"Tattoo in mind"
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by
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Travis Ray Cole
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Ink or die bleed again color not fade away,mine
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an image thought art
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ink it in,rip it in,burn and rip,dig,that art
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be it bleed it need it tear it feel it see it
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a picture in my mind
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ink it in your face my skin
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an image in my mind,
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until the sun tries to take whats mine.
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my thoughts paid my eyes are saying
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think again about the only real art
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the only real way
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a song of love/hate a reason to change,inspiration.
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your all over my mind.
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Ink it in both sides left and right
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love your art and way,see your face every day
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pain of your beauty going in
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forever right there in my skin
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sun take tries to take away
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The ink that will not fade
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with me until I die
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love that won't wash away
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cant take back or change!
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I feel the only thing you said for goodbye
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left in blood and skin your in my mind
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"Lab Rats"
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by
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Travis Ray Cole
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THIS IS A TEST,THIS IS ONLY A TEST
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Mice and monkey,wheel in cage
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test you until your trained
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toxic rodent losing rat race
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tastes like chicken,fed to the snake
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infectious disease research cell freezing
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lost in a maze cheesy albino with lesions
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Rat brain in space,sattlite reception
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double dose of cloned mutation
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micrscopic study prevention
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genetic strain of humane intervention
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from the brain and seminal fluid
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of the rat comes acid phosphate
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dying in a rat trap,last in the rat race
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not really giving a rats ass
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I smell a rat in space
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domestic lab rat died here insane
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rat pack,rat patrol,rat breath,cat bait
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dying of strictnine poisioning
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rat acid ,rats bane
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"Mr.Microchip"
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by
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Travis Ray Cole
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Mr.Microchip Mr.Microchip
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all of a suddenly do you wanna get ripped
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MR.Microchip Mr.Microchip
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all of a suddenly do you give a sh*t
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INLINE IN YOUR MIND
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WHO'S TO BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER DIES
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Mr.Microchip Mr.Microchip
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all of a suddenly do you wanna get rich?
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Mr.Microchip Mr.Microchip
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all of a suddenly do you give a sh*t
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INLINE IN YOU MIND
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WHO'S THE BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER LIES
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Mr.Microtrip Mr.microtrip
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all of a suddenly do you wanna get ripped
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Mr.Microtrip Mr.Microtrip
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all of a suddenly do you finally get it?
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INLINE IN YOUR MIND
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WHOS THE BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER
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INLINE IN YOUR MIND
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WHOS THE BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER
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DIES.DIES.DIES.DIES.DIES.
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"Dream Catcher"
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by
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Travis Ray Cole
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If she took all this time to follow me to stalk me
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and stake me out ,study me without a doubt
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read my words my every thought
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break into my mind,hide out then get caught
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shes a little bit more than a part of me
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common factor is we're both into me
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she knows more about me than I do myself
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and I thought I needed help
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who the hell is she I want to know
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I'm really flattured but I don't know
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I could take her out for burritto's
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and hold her close nibble on her ear and kiss her eskimio
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is she crazier than me should
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I run hide or just say cheese
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i could lose her if I wanted too
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but I'm strangly attracted to
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I could out run her
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day or night
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but somehow turning hunter
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into hunted just seems right.
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"Hi"
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by
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Travis Ray Cole
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THE CRYSTALS ON THE LITTLE RED HAIRS
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REACHING OUT FROM THE LIGHT GREEN
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SOILD MASS TURNING TO DUST
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GREEN AND RED DUST
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GOD MADE ART LIVING DIE LIVE AGAIN IN MIND
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PERFECT
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REACHING FOR THE LIGHT
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AIR MOVING IN AND AROUND
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ROOTS THAT KNOW NOT THE GROUND
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WATER FILLED WITH AIR
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WARM LIGHT FEELING HAPPINESS ONE MORE TIME
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WE CAN SAVE THE WORLD
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WE CAN SAVE OURSELVES
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WE CAN SMELL THE FLOWERS
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THE DARKNESS THE ROOTS KNOW
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THE REACHING FOR NIGHT AND
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WANTING TO GROW.
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"Signal from nowhere" by
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Travis Ray Cole
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How clean her wrists looked.....uncut
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viens shining through
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bieng scutinized critized and trapped
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under the microscope
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all the time
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how clean her thoughts were
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with the truth only to lie to her
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no time for like today
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taking
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lying because she cares
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yeah
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loving because lifes there
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shining like cold blue steel
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cold water wont stop the cruel
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pain in flesh,fog dense thick haterd
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a victim of yourself
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reaching to yesterday for help
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no heaven to save a soul
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the ground is so cold
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go not to hell
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and you'ld rather not love me
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than love yourself
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Written by Travis Ray Cole
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