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That we meet in our middle way,
on our way back down to earth.

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Pamela 11071995

I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming?

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Saturday, September 26, 2009
Bring it on.

Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh, things are gonna happen naturally
Oh, taking your advice and I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the, the whole thing
Oh, but it often times those words,
they get tangled up in lines
And the bright light turns to night
Oh, and until the dawn it brings
Another day to sing about
the magic that was you and me

Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
Others only read of the love,
of the love that I love
Yeah, la la la la

See I'm all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards
More words than I had ever heard and I feel so alive

'Cuz you and I both loved
what you and I spoke of
and others just read of
and if you could see now
Oh, love love
You and I, you and I
Not so little you and I anymore, mm, mm, mm
And with the silence brings
a moral story more importantly evolving
is the glory of a boy

'Cuz you and I both loved
what you and I spoke of
and others just read of
and if you could see now
well then I'm almost finally out of
I'm finally out of
finally, de de de de de de
Well I'm almost finally
Finally well I am free, oh I'm free

And it's okay if you had go away
oh, just remember the telephones
well, they workin' 'em both ways
but if I never ever hear them ring
if nothing else I'll think the bells inside
have finally found you someone else and that's okay
cause I'll remember everything you sang

'Cuz you and I both loved
what you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see now
well then I'm almost finally out of
I'm finally out of
finally, de de de de de de
Well I'm almost finally
Finally well out of words.