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I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, Whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well… Read more

There's a kind of emptiness That can fill you. There's a kind of hunger That can eat you up. There's a cold and darker side of the moonlight. And there's a lonely side of love. With you here, baby, I am strong; no sign of weakness. With you gone, baby, I am hanging by a thread. There's a certain kind of pain That can numb you. There's a type of freedom That can tie you down. Sometimes the unexplained can define you, And sometimes, silence is the only sound. With you here, baby, I am strong; no sign of weakness. With you gone, baby, I am hanging by a thread. With you he… Read more

Trying on a brand new dress But you haven't worn the old one yet. You've come too far, to turn around now. You've given up the good fight. You're as strong as anyone. You're back when you started from, I see you're back where you started from. Staring down the stars, jealous of the moon You wish you could fly. But you're staying where you are, there's nothing you can do, if you're too scared to try. You drag your pretty head around Swearing you're gonna drown with a beautiful sigh and a river of lies. Staring down the stars, jealous of the moon You wish you could fly. But… Read more

What will be left when I've drawn my last breath, Besides the folks I've met and the folks who know me, Will I discover a soul saving love, Or just the dirt above and below me, I'm a doubting thomas, I took a promise, But I do not feel safe, Oh me of little faith, Sometimes I pray for a slap in the face, Then I beg to be spared 'cause I'm a coward, If there's a master of death I'll bet he's holding his breath, As I show the blind and tell the deaf about his power, I'm a doubting thomas, I can't keep my promises, 'Cause i don't know what's safe, oh me of little faith Can… Read more