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Post by littlesnowflake on May 16, 2008 17:54:38 GMT -5
Is This The Best It Gets?
Is this the best it gets, Before I’m laid to rest? When I am through the gates, With old acquaintances, Embroidering the truth. Will stories be from pre-today, Or from an archive yet to make?
Is this the best it gets? How do I know. The best it gets? How do I know?
Disappointed, disillusioned, re-affirm my view, We’ve all a story to sell, We’ve all a lie that we tell, And it goes on and on, and on and on.
Is this the best it gets? Could be surprises yet. When I become the subject of ancestors, Faded photograph, no name. A beacon or a burden, Guiding light, helpful or plain insane.
Is this the best it gets? How do I know. The best it gets? How do I know?
Disappointed, disillusioned, re-affirm my view, We’ve all a story to sell, We’ve all a lie that we tell, And it goes on and on and on and on.
Is this the best it gets?
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Post by healypayne on Jan 9, 2013 12:27:11 GMT -5
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