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2004-05-12 - 10:47 a.m. ready or not, there - here I come down from the mountain-top, where I'm from the one that rises in the east run before the face of Beast fling confetti as I go string spaghetti so you'll know these are not vain addages let them mark the passages lifelines to the beach to save those within my reach, I crave how to win you to receive what it takes you to believe oh, this passion longs to see you and I as one and free all vain cravings take a backseat misbehavings only cheat this one purpose to complete give my life to wash your feet love surpasses every wave roostertailing from the grave darkness holds no spell on me overcoming buoyancy float above to surface tides downhill jaunt - this ride of rides spread me out and fill insides where the power of love resides stronger than my will to coast overdrive the friendly ghost doppleganger of my soul undertowed by one control overlapped in constant hope anchored by a mighty rope here my soul finds sanctity oh, this passion longs to see � � |