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i actually really like this song.


I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm, he came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well you couldnt be that man I adored
You dont seem to know, dont seem to care what your heart is for
But I dont know him anymore
Theres nothing where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
Thats whats going on, nothings fine Im torn

Im all out of faith, this is how I feel
Im cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
Im wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
Youre a little late, Im already torn

So I guess the fortune tellers right
Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
To crawl beneath my veins and now
I dont care, I have no luck, I dont miss it all that much
Theres just so many things that I cant touch, Im torn

Im all out of faith, this is how I feel
Im cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
Im wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
Youre a little late, Im already torn. torn.

Theres nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
Thats whats going on, nothings right, Im torn

Im all out of faith, this is how I feel
Im cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
Im wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
Im all out of faith, this is how I feel
Im cold and Im ashamed bound and broken on the floor
Youre a little late, Im already torn.

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not much to report in, really. there was another incident in Nettaland, to include yours truly kicking kids out of the pool for diving then getting a tongue-lashing (and not in a good, mutually enjoying kind of way) from the dad for doing so. mind you, i checked him in early with no charge, gave him a room where he wanted it, and gave him the funeral rate even though he didn't come from the funeral home we usually do business with. mind you, the reek of an illegal substance oozed from every pore, but hey, his dad just died.

i explained only four people to a room. he asked if others could come and take showers and change. i graciously told him okay, but only four people in the room at a time.

yarite.

anyway, he called Gem, then he called customer relations, yada yada yada, got a free night, and that's the end of my work day.

meh.

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one more day.






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