Faking Dylan 4/3/2016

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Waiting for the fire to bloom
While Tom is locked up in his room
I can’t remember if he’s sane
But the noise was more than I could take

Waiting for the fire to bloom
I thought a while of my old school
And all the girls I thought about
And teachers who would scream and shout

Waiting for the fire to bloom
My brain was filled with who knows who
And what I ever thought I knew
Was more than I could say or do.

Copyright 2016

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