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The Journal of Christopher J Davidson

Paralytic
09/24/2007 08:05 p.m.



Paint the lines on perfect eyes that circle the object of
My sincere affection, my undivided attention.

Lie where you won�t see yourself in that way.
And we�ll ride to somewhere.

All we are is paralyzed from the face down.
We�re still alive with our fake smiles.
When the camera�s away.

Don�t remember this. No, don�t remember this.
We are losing it all, but we are gaining the world with our hands tied.
Your arms placed upon mine.
And the sky looks so right, and you�re mine tonight.

Lie where you won�t see yourself in that way.
And we�ll ride...

All we are is paralyzed from the face down.
We�re still alive with our fake smiles.
When the camera�s away.


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