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Again we venture to native emotions
like before, and it blossoms anew the same
These words do not begin to exemplify
The beauty that could be found in you
Perhaps the sun will light the way
Or maybe just burn away my faith
Yeah, you're a wreck. You're the wreckage
that I'm searching through
You're beautiful as a this melody
and probably as bittersweet.
Surreal stained-glass picture of you
I squint my eyes as I look through
To see what there is beneath your skin
and how well you can hide your sin
and everything you do
Has got me perplexed.
Yeah you're the voice of my distress.
I'm no saint, but you're a sinner
And I
can't
help
myself.
You're beautiful as a this melody
and probably as bittersweet.
Last edited by Littlejohn; 12-25-2005 at 10:38 PM.
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