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Post Morning Song

from Unposed Questions by Mama Would Be Proud

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Morning, this mourning was just vanity. Ten looks in the mirror can't buy you air to breath. But even this evening I'll be blacking out my sight. When the hours come to close on those sixteen dreams of mine. I want to change your heart beat. Tune it up with a drum key, make it sound less funny. Gives us noise, gives us money. Gives me death, gives me something I can't hold. (and I wanna hold) You want to make it easy you should practice what you teach. You inflate me with nothing 'til I'm falling like a leaf. I'm just one of a thousand all torn up clean with holes. At least I'm one who's swimming up in the garbage bag of souls. But you are the cells that are cycling through my blood swiftly in veins. Stinging with every thought I try not to complain, but I'd like to change your breathing. Make it ok, make it see me. Get it soft, get it longing, get it locked or have it yawing or just choking on the awning where you woke up this morning, it was just vanity. I say, "Morning, this mourning was just vanity. Mourning this morning was just vanity. Mourning this morning was just vanity."

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from Unposed Questions, released November 1, 2010

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