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lost in flight

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spiralstaircase

Published: Aug 11, 2004

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Literature Text

your bible halo on which i choke
the people you play, the hate you provoke
electric tears, turn them off turn them on
are you really here? or already gone,

bury me, smother me, close my eyes so i cant see
its all gone black when you go white,

chorus
do you know how it stings to think i made you loose the flight?
do you know what it means when u have to cry out of sight?
do you feel how it burns every time you close your eyes?
are you really gone? or are you lost in flight?

tiny feet and baby books
tortured soul, with blood drenched looks
worried faces in your mind
turn them off turn them on

carry me so far away
casualties and virgin prey
beauty looks and little girl
your gone your gone

bury me, smother me, close my eyes so i cant see
its all gone black when you go white,
s'all over now your lost in flight

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its about a game.......a player getting lost and mucking you about blah blah, basically fucking up your head and really they dont know who they are, and youve sussed em out
mwhahaha
or it may mean something else
*shrugs*