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Michael McGuire - The Fare lyrics
THE FARE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
A lonely saxophone moans off in the distant night, its desperate 
musical mating call goes lost, I read in my room under this circle of 
light, i know exactly what this price cost. 
Love caresses me from a long distance lover, as i slip form my 
hypothesis into practice, but I escaped that desire and went 
undercover, and shook direct hit for a near miss. 
Oh this empty room has bled its loneliness into me, but I feel like I 
dont need a thing, its just this idea of freedom that wont set me free, 
like in the cold winter how we long for spring. 
In this religion I have found I have lost myself, Ive lost every potential 
to first glance worth, I wish Id never seen that book upon the shelf, I 
wish Id never called this planet Earth. 
My body just cant seem to make up my mind, its not what we miss but 
the things we see that lead us astray, its not the chain link its the 
substance that does bind, but the world is in your head and you cannot Michael McGuire - The Fare - http://motolyrics.com/michael-mcguire/the-fare-lyrics.html
get away. 
Glory be to the fire on high, words just mean the things we say they 
mean, I believe the fairy tales but I dont believe my eyes, because I 
have heard about things Ive never seen. 
Was I alive yesterday Im not really sure, will I be alive tomorrow in any 
kind of relative sense, because tomorrow is like a disease for which 
there is no cure, and when it gets here its already past tense. 
Who was it that let this ancient aggravation loose, I need not know in 
the name of god, you know a rope can be a lifeline or a noose, and 
east of Eden lies the land of Nod. 
I bowed just now to the break of day, the early morning light broke 
thru so clean, I can talk about it but I really cannot say, what it may or 
may not mean. 
The thoughts like a ghost cannot touch the flesh, words are only 
breath pushing air, we are organized microscopic mesh. hoping in the 
end theres enough left to pay the fare. 
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