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08-18-2014, 01:23 AM | #11 | |
Adjusting to the Life
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Re: Your earworm is ...
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There is no pain you are receding A distant ship's smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse Out of the corner of my eye I turned to look, but it was gone I cannot put my finger on it now The child is grown The dream is gone... What follows, of course, after that last omitted all-important verse, is the greatest guitar solo ever. Of all time. Forever. http://youtu.be/G4i8tzFbTAk
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