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I'm sailing down the river
in a simple wood canoe,
Got a paddle in my right hand
and a photograph of you.
The sky's a perfect sapphire,
and the water's burning blue...
Oh, no, I can't stop thinkin' about you.
The sky begins to thunder,
and I search into the rain;
What I once thought with paradise
Is empty but for pain.
I spiral towards a waterfall,
and jump out of the Maine,
But I hold your photograph to keep me sane.
It's another early morning,
and I've washed up on the shore.
I try to lift my hands and feet,
but pass out on the floor.
But still, gripped in my whitened hand's
a firm blue plastic oar,
and a photograph of you forever more.
If I have ever asked for you
to step within my reach,
and take my clammy hands, and
help me off this goddamned beach,
I promise that I'll never ignore
what you always preach,
Oh, no, that you'll always care for me,
Comments (1 Comments)
- UC Poika - 06/04/2009
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interesting story
but it seems like
that is just what it is
something didn't draw me in - Report As Spam