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Forgotten Cause(wheres my applause)
Letters stacked, the dawn is cracked
held together by rubber bands
Down at Midtown, faded cotton gown
she smiles with dirty hands
I heard stories, rumors and legends
about how you came around
its all a mystery, arose to victory
only after your boat went down
but you held on to nothing, said there was something
that gave you a second chance
hopelessly falling for love that was stalling
to hold you or ask you to dance
and pilgrims of tomorrow, want out of their sorrow
writing poems to log their trip
historians tell us, but often just sale us
fiction or plastic hips
and the balding soldier, who couldnt be colder
made a letter out to his old mom
said thanks for the memories, the knife is still in me
and thanks for the ride to the prom
a whirl wind of visions, ideas and premanisions
caughts in my fingertips
and tomorrow the same thing, right wing left wing
so long from the hand of Tripp
