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That’s Life’s Contusions
Sitting in my car, fronting moves, thinking ‘bout you
Feeling sorry for myself,
but should be carrying for ya
Black Sunday escapades
Night driving endless pains
For....
You make December spring
You make the birds and rivers sing
You have the powers to repair my heartstrings
Your the reason I don’t succumb to insanity
(That will be the prequel to my life)
I’ve never ever seen anything as beautiful as your golden beams
I’ve always knew something ‘bout giving everything, to you
So let’s dance and sing to another never ending dream
(This is the abridged version of my life)
Your smile echoes distant spring
and passion’s burning screams
I’ll never take anything that you haven’t already given me
(That was the sequel to my life)
(That will be the prequel to my life)
If I had another dream
(This is the abridged version of my life)
If I can change anything
(That was the sequel to my life)
I would lift that burden from ya,
that nothingness that’s life’s contusions
(That’s life’s contusions, that’s life’s contusions)
Sitting under satin stars
Distant constellations of you dance far
Should go back to my car
But too drunk to go on
For....
You control my dreams
You take and brake everything
So be a darling
And spread your soul upon me
(That will be the prequel to my life)
If I had another dream
(This is the abridged version of my life)
If I can change everything
(That was the sequel to my life)
I would lift that burden from ya,
that nothingness that’s life’s contusions
(The nothingness of life)
[Innocent brutality and violence,
instrumental and part-and-parcel to daily life?
Not if you transcend this nightmare
To bring a different type of strife
To bring an end to life’s regrets of death,
pleasure, and sexual delight]
(Roses are blood red
Violence is you
Sugar makes you sneeze
Life’s everlasting truth)
