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Lay Down

By Bruce Clifford


Yesterday becomes tomorrow
Forever goes away
On the outside in fields of sorrow
There's no proof we were here today

On the back streets in the back seats
Always in the fold
Armed and ready for the meltdown
Arms were created to hold

Yesterday turns into never
Tomorrow becomes unknown
In the depths of a cosmic quasar
We photograph what we've been shown

If your arms are not meant to hold
Lay down, lay down
If your heart is full of rage
Lay down

On the back streets in the back seats
Running from the vast unknown
In the shadows into forever
In to the meltdown and out of control


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