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Trapped in the middle and living perdition of love always attached to condition Glinda the good witch Where have you got to We hurt 'cause we care Could the answer be not to I've both led the charge And quick fled the scene And witnessed the battle That stings in between I open my window and somebody's fighting Drop my hook in the water the bad fish are biting Some wade around in emotional sludge Licking wounds and deciding to judge The judges survive by pointing the finger And thinking the hurt they inflict will not linger I build a bridge and you burn it down So now there's a wall for you to wail on The mantle of safety's so easily busted And steely resolve is so thoroughly rusted The sagest of souls will pour out its cares And become a blessed puppet stringed only by prayers If baby has armor, baby can fly Aloft with the wings of a new lullabye I smile and I sleep because you are above me And it's in my dreams where you say that you love me We hit our stride and get smacked down by strife Ten million bucks ain't a prizeworthy life Although it can seem that the woes will not cease It's your bright still life that's a true masterpiece.
1 posted on 10/13/2011 8:27:07 AM PDT by Winstons Julia
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To: Winstons Julia
Trapped in the middle and living perdition
of love always attached to condition
Glinda the good witch Where have you got to
We hurt 'cause we care Could the answer be not to
I've both led the charge And quick fled the scene
And witnessed the battle That stings in between
I open my window and somebody's fighting
Drop my hook in the water the bad fish are biting
Some wade around in emotional sludge
Licking wounds and deciding to judge
The judges survive by pointing the finger
And thinking the hurt they inflict will not linger
I build a bridge and you burn it down
So now there's a wall for you to wail on
The mantle of safety's so easily busted
And steely resolve is so thoroughly rusted
The sagest of souls will pour out its cares
And become a blessed puppet stringed only by prayers
If baby has armor, baby can fly
Aloft with the wings of a new lullabye
I smile and I sleep because you are above me
And it's in my dreams where you say that you love me
We hit our stride and get smacked down by strife
Ten million bucks ain't a prizeworthy life
Although it can seem that the woes will not cease
It's your bright still life that's a true masterpiece.

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2 posted on 10/13/2011 9:27:24 AM PDT by tx_eggman (Liberalism is only possible in that moment when a man chooses Barabas over Christ.)
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