Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Born Without Defect

Born Without Defect*
by Matt Warren

I felt your ghost's sitting right beside me
I smell the smoke of your spirit passing by
i pray for you
as if you are my God
from neither heaven nor hell
just from writing this song
yeah,,, i'm finally somewhere
i'm suddenly empty
well, there's finally nothing
you can call me rigth to my face
and make me leave you

i keep on walking
through bars of misery
tryin' to remember all the good
you left me

i hear your voice
reaffirm in my brain
born without defect who's to blame?
I miss your laugh
and your sport of revenge

*song of 45

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