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Michael McGuire - All My Life lyrics
ALL MY LIFE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Im standing in line at the bitter end, I search the crowd for the faith of 
a friend, I find only the hurt and haunt of loneliness in all, strangers 
wrecked by the same flight and fall, empires and intentions all will 
come to this, the cold lips of this open eyed kiss. 
But there is no weather I have not swallowed, all my life Ive been a 
dying man. 
Fortunes are kept beneath her shadows clock, and the weight of the 
dreaming is the skull of the rock, she screams to the world you liars 
shrunken head, I just pretend I have nothing for what she said, to this 
and every nowhere I am debtor, I hoped but I knew it could never get 
better. 
She has a tease she spent greatly on me, all my life Ive been a dying 
man. 
And the sorrow unstrained from the vine, is the euthanasia of the 
wine, the tuning bones of the weathers whine, all the mercy that was 
never mine. 
I dreamt the map thought somewhere was here, she says let my body 
violate the ever clear, if its me you want god riddle the snake, cant Michael McGuire - All My Life - http://motolyrics.com/michael-mcguire/all-my-life-lyrics.html
turn the key for the doorknobs sake, so graveyards shipwrecks and 
wall street wishes, sweep the floors milk the math and wash the 
dishes. 
A blind in one eye scenario typecasts me, all my life Ive been a dying 
man. 
Oh that the light may be delivered in heat, could you sing the clock of 
songs for this feat, she could grace the never with your bleeding, her 
definition set for breath and breeding, but the futility of direction is 
intrinsic, and desperation is a matter of fact forensic. 
Never been outside the dictionarys hard pages, all my life Ive been a 
dying man. 
If the day can undo me could this night renew me, from the barstool of 
this drunken philosophy, the pennies and the nickels of this de facto 
world, is the fortune round which the snake is curled, and I am all 
rivers envy dumped into an impotent ocean, lost in the exhaust of this 
chronic motion. 
Some are born to wreck rivers and unhinge orbits, all my life Ive been 
a dying man. 
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