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MR LONG STORY:An emcee and producer based in Upstate, New York, who's subject matter is scattered and often perplexing, with instrumentals both self produced and gathered from various artists continentially.
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Genre
Alternative • Indie
Charts
Peak #473
Peak in subgenre #31
Author
Randy Jack
Rights
2005
Uploaded
November 04, 2005
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MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Dear Friend Im writin you to let you know the light in you has died Despite your valiant tries to have that passion stay alive The fraying rope that left you swaying on the edge, it laced your throat Tied tight around your well decaying hope I stay to note and pray and joke To say that its okay it's just a way to get away from mopes I crack my knuckles,try to piece your puzzled look together But my hands keep bumping mirrors when I reach for better The weathers never been so crooked to an old soul Left inside a hurricane to paddle lone with no goal I hope though, that somewhere,for the test of time's sake Is a true or false you answer to improve your less than nine grade It takes a great mind to make mistakes like you did And wrestle with the alibies, struggle for improvement I two step to music that you wrote beside yourself Crying for another try to step inside as someone else It somewhat helps to listen to the memories Where lessons still get mention and attention is reflected See I never meant to be a burden Tearing on your heart until the hurt consumed a person' Chorus: And Im lost inside A maze of lies It amazes me The sign flips from sit to no vacancy And we walk away And we try to blame But it fades to gray Day by day My testimony, the eulogy, my tear drops Released from my baggy eyes, hopin that this fear stopped You steer not, driving in the fast lane Fueled on combusting thoughts of past pains My last name was stained on your glass frame in daydreams Holding onto all desire of a way to break clean Maybe say things that'd leave us distant Resistant to insistance of a strong communication But the fuel intake meant nothing when you blew out all the pistons Lost within a mix of all the consequence and wisdom I'd listen, until the conversation died Then I babbled just to feel that I was still alive Im still inside, or was, but the buzz of agony Turned apathy, then atrophy, now Im back and living happily If you could for a minute take a look at who you are Maybe unlace the shoes that you've used to step on everyone Then,you just might bring your head back to the stars And replace the muse with a truth that isnt anyones
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