

All back home...All back home,All back home...
I don't know how I woke up here Or why the siren's playing, I don't know when I'm can come home Or what the warden's saying. Common sense tells me I've done something more than wrong, So these bars will be my prison To the end of the lawsuit's song. I don't know how I got here, Or why Morgan dissappeared, But right now I feel trapped Claustrophobia choked in tears. The police are unforgiving And the frost decides to stay You need to come and rescue me, So I can escape the convict's way.
From...


Just another teenage girl...Just another teenage girl Looking out into the night, She has her friends and home and school But something isn't right. Her parents have tried everything Psycologists to seers, But a constant diagnosis 'She's wise beyond her years.' She puts her face on every day To help her make it through, To understand the other kids When all they say is untrue. Hre mother lives in constant fear Of getting the fateful call, And when it rings, her father answers, After 'Hello', they lose it all. Together, holding hands they walk, Towards her bedroom door,Just another teenage girl...


Jason.The liquid falling Past her cheeks Are the whisperedJason.
Words he speaks. "Put my heart
Around your wrist And tear it up With my last kiss." Embracing him Her faith shatters Letting go If all that matters. "I'll wear your heart
Like jewellery And your last breath Will murder me." "As you leave Whisper our song And as I escape I'll sing a long."
She shakes her head Lost in despise Ingnoring Jason's attempts To compromise Aumtun's lost In her disguise Through the mask Shine empty
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Eburne is a timelord.
Madame-Oshare is a timelord, too.
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Eburne is a timelord.
Madame-Oshare is a timelord, too.
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Thinking you might like a flower from a pretty girl
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rudely torn from their fresh beds, and scatter'd thoughtlessly by infant hands, left on the path to die
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Eburne is a timelord.
Madame-Oshare is a timelord, too.
STOP VISITING A DEAD ACCOUNT!
...Creepy children.
At least come see my new one!
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Never ask a P.R. man for the truth and never shake hands with a gynecologist. These are basic professional rules.
Senito aliquos togatos contra me conspirare...
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Never ask a P.R. man for the truth and never shake hands with a gynecologist. These are basic professional rules.
Senito aliquos togatos contra me conspirare...
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Real sci-fi fans wear brown-coats.
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In the arena of logic, I fight unarmed.
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Never ask a P.R. man for the truth and never shake hands with a gynecologist. These are basic professional rules.
Senito aliquos togatos contra me conspirare...
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.:Amy.Hit.The.Atmosphere:.
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