°•° Do Not Frown •°•


Tumble, tumble, do not frown, I'm looking at you from above ground.
The moment you laid these great eyes on me, was the moment you let without looking back at me.
Twice I called out to you, so free as a bird, is a little known fact that you were looking absurd.
Twice the you cried, I could only ask "Why"? But your answer was not clear as you did a lie.

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"He" reminds me
About the love
In the air

- {Kharmatic
Rhythm}

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She bandaged the wounds of your soul as you cried,
left tears for your mother as you wounded your pride,
took steps for a new life, a new life inside,
Wanted to start over again leaving your soul on the mend,
When you look back in time only nightmares assend

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Tattered hands wrinkled from the rain
Clasping tight, what do they say?
It's nightfall now so time to pray, the deities you worship, it's your way to pay

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Maybe death was
Something meant to be,
Maybe death was
waiting for you and me,
Yet death is something
I wanted to see,
But I wanted to see it on me

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Softly Shadows Shade Sorrow,
Whispering, Weeping, Wondering, Who?
Over Our Own, Never Nightly Nudes,
Seduction Smiles So Soon,
Nothing New, Not Now

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Freestyled to death,
this is over my head,
lyrics they said
that would make me dead.

Turned into a charm,
I wanted you
on my arm, oh now
I've gone, gone and moved too far.

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It was Friday, the 13th, I was jamming away just enjoying the day letting the music sway in my head. Looking out to the moon and as soon as I do launched my anthem toon, can't be true!
I danced and I sang as it started to play and the light from the moon grazed my room.

'Knock' 'Knock' went the door as something hit the floor, when I listened some more I heard breathing galore and I tried to ignore what I thought.

Walking lightly I trot with the music I'm starting to rock, a knot plants itself in my heart, boom boom boom.
Creaking open the door, the suspense I can't take no more
On the floor is my soul, haunting noone no more.. it's over for me, was I everything I wanted to be?

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Hickory, dickory, dock,
What's that there in your sock?
Do you know the man who came up with the plot?
The plot to make all the coffee spill,
My gosh the thought makes me ill

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Once upon a lesson learned, just another asshole burned.
He never learned.

Talking made his jaw get slapped,
Teeth knocked out and fell on the mat,
Now he wears a lip that's fat.

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