my thoughts are inconsistent as each minute passes me by
and now i can't differentiate love from hate
Elliott Smith- A Passing Feeling
everything is gone but the echo of the burst of a shell
and i'm stuck here waiting for a passing feeling
in the city I built up and blew to hell
i'm stuck here waiting for a passing feeling
still i send all the time
my request for relief
down the dead power line
though i'm beyond belief
in the help i require
just to exist at all
took a long time to stand
took an hour to fall
i'm stuck here waiting for a passing feeling
stuck here waiting for a passing feeling
still i send all the time
my request for relief
down the dead power line
though i'm beyond belief
in the help i require
just to exist at all
took a long time to stand
took an hour to fall
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