Sunday, March 21, 2010

Bright Lights

Maybe I should get out of town, on a railway New York bound.
You took all except my name.

There's some things in this world you just can't change.
Some things you can't see until it gets too late.

I got a hole in me now. I got a scar I need to talk about.
I keep a picture of you, in my room.

For me, some things in this world...man, they don't make sense.
For you, some things you don't need until they leave you, then they're things that you miss.

Baby, baby, baby...when all my love is gone, who will save you from all your up against in this world? Maybe, maybe, maybe, you'll find something that's enough to keep you.

But if the bright lights don't receive you...you should turn yourself around...

Let it take you in. Let it spit you out. Let it take you down.
But if the bright lights don't receive you...for God's sake turn around.

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