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randomness) wrote2007-07-21 08:43 am
randomness) wrote2007-07-21 08:43 am
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Upstairs on the number 10 bus on a Saturday morning.
Crossing that bridge,
With lessons I've learned.
Playing with fire,
And not getting burned.
I may not know what you're going through.
But time is the space,
Between me and you.
Life carries on... it goes on.
(1994)
With lessons I've learned.
Playing with fire,
And not getting burned.
I may not know what you're going through.
But time is the space,
Between me and you.
Life carries on... it goes on.
(1994)
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By the way, "Prayer for the Dying" may be the only song to make me cry openly; it's certainly the only one in my recollection. (For the record, it was hearing it right after the Murrah Building bombing, the night I was asked to lead a prayer in particular for the victims. So, okay, special circumstances. Still, I get a little misty whenever I hear it now.)