BY ZEP
I'm in a blissful mood...figured some equally blissful lyrics might be in order.
Empty promises
They cling like the dust to the floor
Your soul is unkept, and you trace me with your fingers
Wide open eyes
They glow and suggest you want more
Your smile ain't a lie, drapery falling 'round your ankles
That's all I got for now...writer's block consumes my soul.
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yeah feeling good always makes you less creative
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