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[title] => Leaving Westbrook
[time] => 2006-09-25 23:47:31
[hometext] => The song is about moving on with someone, all people, places and objects are merley symbols
[bodytext] => A beachside kid rolls pass on his scooter in the New England Day The police walk patrol cross seaside pass where the picnic guitars play Oaths of loves and oaths of war, feelings sung off pass the shore They go on and off again in key but no one really listens anymore And the radios blast the best of a past age From the words of teenage poets and the lyrical winding sage Dylan sings of his tombstone blues and how he tightens up his shoes And that’s all well and good but it’s just old news And you look out at me from the car with a smile in your green vest With a pierce in your eyes and a shield on your wounded, covered chest You think I’m all alone, you know that I haven’t grown But that I wish to show you all things that I’ve been shown Don’t you turn away now baby, this is what you came for For the one with the passive grin and a heart down at the core You know that he isn’t fake and if anyone he’d make you break But the game goes on and you want to give it up for your sake So just drop all your fear and let the roads just take you in Take your time in what you’re considering You’re a goddess of loss, and sweetheart it’s your chance to win This city lives off the tears of the ones stuck in it’s walls They push and they crush, they yearn for some kind of just cause But the riddles of the night, the one path looking of their sight It just makes it out to be like it isn’t even their fight You remember the boys who promised you their world The Regards had sent your way while their claims shattered and hurled Now I’m here if you’ll trust me, that I’m no temporary That in a room of eyes yours would be the only ones I’d see Watch the telephone lines, they’ve been up and running a long time Above every new rebel, each passing face, each unsung line You can learn from what they teach, if you just field to reach If you ever want to get away from this passive, dreary beach Hear the crash of the shores and the thunder roaring in from Long Island Feel for the ones stuck here and go out of here with me again We’ve got one last chance to have us ride; we’ve got no time to hide Love. Just clutch my hand I’m on your side This is it babe, never again This is the happiest I’ve ever been You’re a goddess of loss, and sweetheart it’s your chance to win [comments] => 1 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 34 [informant] => Franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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