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February 2005March 03, 2006
Get the Girl
Get the girl
To get the girl, get to her Friends.
Rip them out from under Her,
One
by
One.
Mince them till all they're left with is
Doubt -
Blinded by
Fear -
And dying to be
alive.
Shattered.
It's not a simple thing to do
But it's easy
go ahead and
try.
So easy,
so very easy to
tear them away
Tear Them all until you're left
with a
Shredded Soul.
Sweet angel,
You'd like to think you're
Cool,
Wouldn't you?
And perhaps you were
Once
Upon a time a little angel who smiled so so wide
And rode her pretty pony
But you don't like ponies anymore,
Do you?
So I guess snow's better sniffed
And hash browns turned to hash long ago
And baby, your braces won't cover those stains anymore.
That balloon ain't for the kiddies but when did you last
Talk to her without a lighter mind
And the load never gets lighter
Only heavier like all that speed
'Cause the world keeps flyin' by too fast.
I guess I'm grateful in my own way
Since you blocked the lower road
But I'm not blind, sweetie,
And you always saw my wings were
Stronger than yours.