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To The Blue Sky. . .
6.27.2003
 
Long Nights

Long nights, hard times.
Everything that makes you feel tired.
I think I got to get away from you.
Long nights, hard times.
Everything that makes you feel tired.
That's why I got to get away from you.

I've got something to say.
You might not like how it sounds.
I don't care.
I've got to get out of here.
You look like or your disguised,
you're just a monkey in a monkey suit.
Now you know how I feel.
Its just time or it's the wrong time.
You can't deal with me.
I can't deal with you.
And now it's justified for both of us.

Just one more thing.
Can you tell me something that I haven't heard?
I want to hear how it sounds.
What was that, that you said?
You can't think of anything? Well think harder.
Tell me a secret or two.

Speak up dear, my hearing's not so good.
I shouldn't call you dear.
That's a good one.
The best and worst secret you've ever yelled at me.
I've been around long enough.
Life is what happens while we're making plans.
I can't write another life.
Our age of miracles is past.

- Travis Shettel of Piebald



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