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​A Lie A

This song is by Asking For The World.

Silver lines your hairline up to the street signs that sing in dead time.
Please don't stare at the clock too hard, for spotlights burn out when a ten-point compass fails.
Revise my distant aliar into the stratosphere.
Fictitious waves carry you here.
The recluse always kisses a sheet.
To drape across a random marquee.

Send away the rope that burns.
The next page on the calendar turns.
You'll find a friend, seat belt release
Translucent brain frequent/seize
The day I go away to and see,
And well, I end these saves.
That's my lie a.

You never will continue to make weather storms in my room.
That's my lie a.