

SparkBack in the Summer when we started talkin' Just around the time we started walkin' You'd show me your picture and I'd go crazy You were just that damn amazingSpark
You went back home, I needed to see you Photos here and there, you had a few They gave me the fuel to go to the moon I'd grasp your image like a kid and a cartoon
You slapped me around, but your eyes still stayed nice You yelled me to bits and pieces, your heart went to ice But hell, your pictures kept me around I didn't care if you kicked me on the ground
Time passes and so did we I might


Talk TalkI want to talk to you But I get sentimental Because there's always something new All you get is temperamentalTalk Talk
All I wanted was to get through
I can't stand the way you are You just walk the streets You just get in any car You chase around to get your treats The child in you thinks you're bizarre
You were a good girl, on that I swear It used to be that you wouldn't dare Yell at me, make things unfair Double standard, not give a care
I hate the way you walk around The clothes you wear, head to toe I hate the way you talk and sou


QuestionsI’ve seen you for a while But I don’t know you I admire your style And I did what I could doQuestions
I asked you a question You replied with another You didn’t cough a confession, You didn’t even bother
I said what I could I reached towards you Because I thought I should But you just withdrew
I was daunted But I tried again You’re all I ever wanted This wasn’t how it should begin
You slapped and you screamed You got louder and louder This wasn’t what I’d dreamed Just blew away like powder
I just as


Long HaulWe're in the long haul And I can't seem to recall When we ran the short run Where are we went we're done?Long Haul
We're in the tough race We've hit a blank space Where there's no climbing out And they can't hear you shout
We should just adapt Get used to being trapped Get used to the cages And moan for ages
Get tied to the tree Get bitten by the fleas Yank and yank on the leash But there's no release
Question and get no answer Yell with the grace of a dancer Die with no sense of pride And no one had cried  
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our time is running out.. and our time is running out.. you can't push it underground.. we can't stop it screamind out..
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