Monday, December 10, 2001

Movies

At slow speed we all seem focused
In motion we seem wrong, oh wrong
In summer we can taste the rain

I want you to be free - don't worry about me
And just like the movies we play ot our last scene

Two can play this game
We both want power
In winter we can taste the pain

In our short years we come long way
To treat it bad and throw away
In our short years we come long way
To treat it bad and throw away

I want you to be free - don't worry about me
And just like the movies we play out our last scene
You won 't cry, I won't scream

In our short years we come long way
To trade it bad and throw away
And if we make a little space
Science fiction showcase
In or short film a love disgrace
Dream a scene to brighten face
In our short years we come long way
To treat it bad just to throw it away

I want you to be free - don't worry about me
And just like the movies we play out or last scene
You won't cry, I won't scream

~Alien Ant Farm

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