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Sonny took a short walk around the block. Tired faces, poverty and dirt. He thought about a dream he used to dream before he hit the streets. He had dreamed about meadows, waiting for him to run barefoot on the grass. He nodded to his old girl waiting at the corner and shook off the hope...

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Gray walls of the night
She whispers in despair
A prey fades away
Rolling in at twilight
She puts herself under the damning street light
Few blocks away, she sheds her display
Neon lights hides her tears and what she’s got

Down the bookstore, next to counter
A faint rumble, A white line crumbles
Around the corner, lots of strangers
A faint whisper
She’s on her meadows…

All the heroes of her past
They joined the human race, leaving no trace
A betrayed outcast
She wanted to believe, trying to conceive
Few nights later
She found her traitor
His name was Sonny
And his joke wasn’t funny

Her trails slide under freeways
slip into cities
swing back and forth in crops
run up the sides of schools!
Everywhere i look, she is there gracefully cool

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from Coincidence Control Project, released March 17, 2010
Coincidence Control Office @kompoz.com - Music/Lyrics
Rich Beerman - Guitars
Vocals by MAD

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Mark Alan Dooley Monroe, Louisiana

Artist, musician, audio engineer and producer, social media tinkerer, Graphic design and photography nut, Web dev dude, Raconteur. Weird but cool, freaky but fluffy, not naughty, not nice. The Lo-Fi Technicolor Dream Edition of sweet streaming consciousness musing from guitar guru soupafreek...MAD! ... more

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