Rain
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Nothing is the same standing in the rain,
With the people waiting for the Muni train.
Everyone longs for communication.
Freedom seems little more than a recreation.
Everything is spinning around inside my head.
I wish I was at home, drunk and on my bed.
Drunk at home, alone, we dream of things we'll never be.
The truth is that we fear the thought of being free.
I can be anything I choose.
But I can't show it to you.
Watching the TV, bored out of my mind.
It's the same old thing for the 30th time.
The values I've learned are from a blue lit screen,
Although my mind keeps saying, "this means nothing to me."
Standing in the rain is a woman lower than low.
She has learned a kind of streetwise that I hope I never know.
Holding out her hand, asking me for my spare change.
Where is the freedom in the pouring rain?
I can be anything I chose.
But I fear what I might lose. You.

Same Story
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I can see it coming through.
But I still can't talk to you.
I've played this game so many times before.
I guess I'll play it just one time more.
It's happening... Again.
Fuckin up... Again.
Breaking down... Again.
Giving up... Again.
Thought we were trying something new.
But we can't seem to see it through.
Looking up but just seeing the floor.
Now I guess I know the score.
I'm not just talking of two.
I concerns more than a few.
A victim of egos out of control.
And we're all left out in the cold.


Empty Inside
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you say, "Welcome to my world, and welcome to my life.
Got a girlfriend and a wife, but they're no threat to you."
"What I want is what you need. But substitute some sex, you'll see.
Your foolish needs will soon recede.  Besides, we'll soon be through."
Ho!  I know.  This must be quite a fuck for you.
And though you say.  You have morals you can't betray.
You say you can't resist me, and you life is full of drudgery.
You scream and wail and scream inside.
And only I can hear your cries.
Once I had a friend and once I was in love.
But that's all over now. 'Cos now I'm just a dud.
Pessimistic tendencies.  I hold beliefs I don't believe.
I ask myself, "can you love me?"
That I don't want your love.
Ho!  You know.  This must be quite a fuck for me.
And though I say.  I have beliefs I can't betray.
I continue on and on and on.  I fool myself, "I do no wrong."
Live my life of knavery.  Then cry about my slavery.
Nights pass on, I wonder why.  I'm feeling empty inside.
I don't want to be your "wife". But second best won't do.
I need to learn respect for me.  To use my creativity.
To reignite my self-esteem.  And then we'll soon be through.
Ho!  I know.  This must be quite a fuck for you.
And though you say.  You have morals you can't betray.
Ho!  I know.  You know.  This must be quite a fuck for me.
And though I say.  I have beliefs I can't betray.
I'm afraid.

Blasphemous
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There's no use in pointing at the sky.  There's no use because we're all going to die.
There's no use in telling me because I won't live down on my knees.
There's no use believing lies.
Why are you so condescending?  Why go through life just pretending?
Why base your choices all on fate?  I won't wait, won't hesitate.
I don't think that it's even worth mentioning.
Won't tell you what to think.  Won't tell you what to do.  Won't tell you 
what to believe.
I don't know what you want.  Don't know what you'll get.  Don't know 
what you'll see.
I believe in this.  I believe in that.  I believe a lot of things.
I guess it's inside.  I wouldn't call it pride.  I don't know what 
tomorrow brings.
I don't believe in God above or the devil below.
I don't believe.  I'll need some proof before I go.
I don't believe that sin is how, that time is now.
I don't believe in any of your sacred cows.
Sometimes I can't find the strength inside.  Sometimes I just want to hide.
Sometimes I need it to survive.  Sometimes it's all a petty lie.