Wednesday, January 11, 2006

I'm no more, no less of an angel than you'd have me be

Are these times contagious?
I've never been this bored before.
Is this the prize I've waited for?
Now with the hours passing,
There's nothing left here to insure.
I long to find a messenger.

Is there a cure among us
From this processed sanity?
I weaken with each voice that sings.
Now in this world of purchase,
I'm going to buy back memories
To awaken some old qualities.

Have I got a long way to run?
Yeah, I run.

Collective Soul, "Run"


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