

the Ballad of EnochI was born with the morning sun, blue in the face, jaw gone slack brought by thunder and flood, with whiskey for blood, and the hot July sun at my backthe Ballad of Enoch
I grew up right, but laid awake day and night, dreaming of worlds that never would come unsatisfied, I'd sit and I'd cry and wait for tomorrow to come
Many moons passed, each quicker than last, and I found myself in the strangest of days the breeze carried hope, the smoke kept me afloat, and God seemed to speak in the smallest of ways
There I lingered awhile, but the


Drunk on nostalgiamy mind's eye fails to describe your cruel blemishes, obscured by the sepia haze of hindsight you will forever be a vision of symmetry, trapped in amber, robbed of your poison.Drunk on nostalgia
| I'm high. |
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Me and my clan against the world: me and my family against my clan: me and my brother against my family: me against my brother.
I KNOW YOU
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..."But I know we all can't stay here forever,
So I want to write my words on the face of today..." ~ Shannon Hoon, Blind Melon
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..."But I know we all can't stay here forever,
So I want to write my words on the face of today..." ~ Shannon Hoon, Blind Melon
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