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Among the sounds of all the secrets here in private,
Lies a motive.
And you can't make me talk or prophesize for rubies,
Cause I'm the target.
You know things are changing when in a room of one,
It's hard to stand out.
And in the words or mine at the age of eighty,
I
blame
myself.
But I have myself.
What's it mean to be special,
Is it something in the water?
Their feelings transmit into microscopic,
Touches that just don't reach me.
I tried to catch you in disaster,
But my eyes, they catch the ceiling.
The ropes they use to bound the others scared of number one,
They don't even phase me.
Containing one in me is an effort in itself,
There is no doorbell.
Would you save the last dance for a hidden stranger?
Well I don't blame you.
I have myself.
But I have myself.
What's it mean to be special,
Is it something in the water?
Their feelings transmit into microscopic,
Touches that just don't reach me.
I have myself.
I have myself.
I have myself.
But I have myself.
But I have myself.
But I have myself.
And I have myself.
But I have myself.
But I have myself.
But I have myself.
And I have myself.
I have myself.
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- Arrows & Anchors
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- Miscellaneous
- Inter.Funda.Stifle
- Escaping the Ordinary: Volume Three
- Season of Mist Classics Sampler
- Musical Chairs
- Arrows & Anchors (Deluxe Edition)
- Fables of a Mayfly - What I Tell You Three Times is True
- Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True
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- SOE: Rising Stars From Worldwide Bars
- The Carbon Copy Silver Lining
- Promo Only: Modern Rock Radio, May 2007
- The Drawn and Quartered EP
- Vice CD, Volume 14: Number 6
- Gutterth Compilation One
- Alternative Times, Volume 83
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