Once again i'm on the run, like a fugitive, wild, burned.
stealing wheels and painting swans,
battered, restless i've been gone
now for the past years for too long,
I seek pacing.
And you appeared like fairies do,
when no one believes it was you,
mad and ill who once were true,
locked up by the government clue,
bred to tell what no one did, blessed they've seen your face at least,
no one get it, no one's thrill get any better than this,
they're fool.
But i wish you were real, you were someone, in the deal,
You are something, I want to live.
25.01.09
DCW
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