Thursday, 8 September 2011

Better pack your bags and run,
Or stay until the job is done,
Or maybe you could sit and hope,
That providence will fray the rope.

And sink like a stone
Or go it alone

And isn't it enough
For you?
Isn't it enough?

You've made all the big mistakes
But duty and love isn't what it takes
You are the tender of what you know
Better murder the dream and go..

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