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i've got a painting in my head
(one that will not soon fade)
of twisted metal and broken glass.
they say it all will fade in time,
but it's tattooed on our hearts,
and it's showing in our eyes.
"wake up, so i can tell you about my bad day"
now i hear a voice from behind,
and it says "why don't we take our time tonight,
cause we don't want another one"
now the same fog is rolling in.
i grasp the wheel as my heart races.
what a way to start the new year.