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Telephone's Final Breath

This is the anthem of the half-hearted lad
Nothing makes much sense now
All the voices dance then fade to sand
Nothing makes much sense now

I just now punctured my life preserver 
While the telephone rings its final breath
As the sky sinks into this opaque land 
I become an unraveled ball of thread
Nothing makes much sense now  

SCREAMING! I HEAR SCREAMING! 
JUST LET IT GO! JUST LET IT GO! 
RETURN TO THE DARK BLUE WATERS
Oh my loving silhouette, don't you cry 
Good by Juliet, the clock ticks on by
This happens every time

This is the answer for half of a man
Nothing makes much sense now 
The lights burn out,off to Neverland 
Nothing makes much sense now 

I'm out of sight, I the grand deserter
The birds break free,fly away with broken wings
Now this is the time the battery goes dead 
Can time make a man of me yet? 
Nothing makes much sense now 

SCREAMING! I HEAR SCREAMING! 
JUST LET IT GO! JUST LET IT GO! 
RETURN TO THE DARK BLUE WATERS
Oh my loving silhouette, don't you cry 
Good by Juliet, the clock ticks on by
This is now my one last time 

Now it all makes sense now...



 
ViktorLaurel
Written by ViktorLaurel (Michael Garner)
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