Not Printed
Tuesday, November 17, 2009 - 6:18 AM
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Dab the colours on the line
Brush away what once was mine
I'll breathe the time into my mind
But I can't forget, our precious time
Not printed on photos or notes in the sand
We didn't leave anything on our hands
The marks are burnt deep within
Tattoos of a once upon a time
The world still moves and the sun still sets
People make fortunes and lose huge bets
I gambled our time with my heart on the line
Jackpot digs as I say goodbye
I see the big tree in your mirage
To reach for you, I'd face a charge
Hear what I'm thinking, not my act
Keep moving forward and don't look back
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