the weather report

Iím not just talking about the addicts of kindness
And their rascally ways but the other things too
You know, the scattered lives behind the story
The standard life is lived is lived not loved just
This and gone (one hundred million breaths)
Counted up counted down and taken out
Back to be shot.

2005-07-31 | 4:37 p.m.
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