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The Voice Between Dirty Guitars and Sad Lines Let us earn our way back into a paradise that never existed Let us sail the seas of myth and construct new beasts of beauty out of our own flesh Let my blood tint your vision Let my blood paint your eyes like a stained glass window And let me enter the dark corners of your secret desires Grant me access to your most potent fears, Fears that guide strange days' passage through the labyrinth of your heart Let my voice be your companion on heavy days when the rains have abandoned you and the Sun trickles its burden upon a lonesome cityscape of strangers and unforgiving transactions I am the voice seeping out of your stereo between dirty guitars and sad lines I can make you smile and dance at the end of another useless day I have walked a long, hard road to bring you these ragged songs Please invite me in before my name is lost in this thick night
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