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July 28 2006



Whither to waste In the hours it takes To feel sober...
Freedom today Will lead you to say That it's over...
Every day is the same or so we claim Cause of boredom...
So often we speak of changing each week But do so seldom...
In your eyes I can see all that you could be, But you're standing...
Sing the same old song, waiting to be pulled along like a lemming...
I hope one day we find it, just what we're looking for...