Have you ever thought about how many people think about you? It’s so bizarre. Imagine someone - out of the blue - thinking of your face. Something happens; they remember you. Your favorite song; how you dress; the way you talk; the look in your eyes when you are happy. They remember that about you, even if you haven’t seen each other in years. Everything in life is a reminder of a person, a place, a moment. You may think you have forgotten, but you haven’t.
" She’s like smoke: you think you’re seeing her clearly enough, but when you reach for her there’s nothing there. "
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What a night for a dance, you know I’m a dancing machine
With a fire in my bones and the sweet taste of kerosene
I get lost in the night so high I don’t want to come down
To face the loss of the good thing that I’ve found
In the dark of the night I could hear you calling my name
With the hardest of hearts I still feel full of pain
So I drink and I smoke and I ask you if you’re ever around
Even though it was me who drove us right in the ground
" I see you in the evening
Sitting on your throne
And praying with the fireball,
And posted it up against the wall
I just wanna hold you
Take you by your hand
And tell you that you’re good enough
Tell you that it’s gonna be tough "
Sitting on your throne
And praying with the fireball,
And posted it up against the wall
I just wanna hold you
Take you by your hand
And tell you that you’re good enough
Tell you that it’s gonna be tough "
