Leftovers
Tue, 4 Mar 2008 at 12:10pm
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I have been crying out the same prayer for years
I am no answer in the sky
I couldn't spell it out for you in the clouds
Or give you reasons why.
You should have stopped by a little later on
When my head's a little clearer
When I figure out who I really am
That's when I want you nearer.
Can I dial your number tonight?
I need an angel on the line
I never knew what Heaven could be
Till I saw it in your eyes.
I am no solution to your problems
Though I guess I could try to be
I could promise you the leftovers
Though,
There's not much left of me.
2/29/08
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2008-03-04
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mikeec216
2008-03-04
I like it. I don't really know what else to say. Nothing constructive anyways, but I feel it.
+1
bowers
2008-03-04
:)
+1
macca
2008-04-17
+1