heart ache jealousy pain
is going to come tonight tomorrow
with or with out my consent
for now the music is just right
the horn is strong and strings
doubt the calling of tension
sound leaves wrinkles
white test me with silence
my memories fight for space
from friends the meaning is gone
thier time is measured by an advance
for their future and is stretched out by their hard
little hooves marked with a price
play the game drink the drink and walk the talk
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