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DEAD JESTER

Five o'clock.

On top of the Marriott.

Catching silver rain.

Two floors below.

The cops put on a show.

They are after me again.

I fused the moment,with emotion.
There's no need to hide...Bathed in nightmare light.

Speeding cars.

Sonic boom,metallic flares.

Following the stars.

Two miles back.

The cops never had a chance.

I'm just inconceivably too far.

I threw my cellphone,out of the window.
Going 85...Miles high..

Somewhere my friends,they're not missing me.
Somewhere my girl...Is with another man.
Somewhere tucked away,in the attic of a crack house,
is the meaning.
The song we sing.
Don't let them catch you where you are.
Written by jaspersilence
Published | Edited 17th Dec 2013
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