Reply Only With a Lyric...

And I picked on the whims of a thousand or more
Still pursuing the path that's been buried for years
All the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire
Can't replace or relate, can't release or repair
Take my hand and I'll show you what was and will be
 
Well, she's fashionably lean
And she's fashionably late
She'll never wreck a scene
She'll never break a date
But she's no drag just watch the way she walks
 
Whenever i touch
Your slow turning pain
The finger of blame
Has turned upon itself
And i'm more than willing to offer myself
Do you want my presence
Or need my help
Who know where
That might lead
 
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