Saturday, September 27, 2008

Paying Taxes

Forsaken souls in the desert wind
or the wings of a fallen angel
can't even tell it happened so fast
they stay a while and then they leave

like the time when johny fell down
on that lovely august evening fall
listening to the music play
listening to the birds sing away

No escaping paying taxes
paying it to the world

she walked into my life with her shaded eyes and that brilliant smile
thought she was all i'd ever need
i see my vision burn, i feel my memories fade with time
she was gone before i knew ..

no escaping paying taxes..
paying it to yourself

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