Re: Greay Matter Nelody / Faraway Star

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Grey Matter Melody
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Tomorrow receives
the roots
to these moments.
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Your eyes
are closed now
to my soul.
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Newspapers and radios
report
and they tell me
where your head is at.
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I'm shooting
for between the eyes
fighting a dread
of a dismal future.
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-- Faraway Star