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i often write to having music playing softly in the background it gives me a rythmn.
so that could explain the lyrical feel to it. i like the lryical feel some of them have it gives them their life and feel.
and thanks kylie
heaven's ending
searching for my ending
i know it's never heaven
waiting to be forgiven
for my mortal made sins
angel at my side
weeps my Indiscretion
cupid's attempt to set
me free
was never a sucess
im lovingly bound
to this
gold guilded cage
grounded by my
mortal made sins
i dream
for the angel
shackled at my side
she quests for my salvation
no saint could ever know my name
no saint could ever call me, my love
no saint could ever know me
my ending is never heaven
i search for my way out
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There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness, truth, beauty and a picture of you.  Blackbird singing in the dead of night, Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise Fly, Blackbird, fly Into the light of the dark black night.
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