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Tall


Tall…

 

What a ride it’s been

I swear you really had me fiddled

You had me wrapped

Like a pig in a blanket

Son of a bitch…

 

Staring out the musty window got me thinking

Believing there’s still hope

Hope for a new beginning

I am slouching while staring out this musty window

Full of dust but on the center i see the city

I see the city of San Francisco and it reminds me of you

Yet when i see the turquoised ocean i look up a little and notice it changes color to a navy blue

I see it hiding behind the streets and houses and all the other buildings all so colorful and full of life

I see the bright orange red Golden Gate Bridge,

Firm, yet capable of breaking down anytime

When i look farther i see the mountains, tall and wide

I breathe in the air that faught to get through the cracks of the musty window

The mountains wispered something to me

They make me stand tall and straight

With the posture I once had before i met you

 
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