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I Live On A Dragonfly
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I live on a dragonfly
I say hello to the people passing by
But I escape their sight
For I'm just a mite
And I live on a dragonfly
Some people look my way
And as they pass I can hear them say,
"Oh, what a lovely bug to see"
But they're not talking about me
Because I live on a dragonfly
Oh, the world's so giant and I'm inclined to feel so small upon it's back
But, I'll just keep trying saying hi and maybe someone might say hi back
If no one should notice me
Then I suppose that's the way it must be
And when my day turns to night
Pray my soul to take flight
On the wings of a dragonfly
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When the cost of living gets too high, die.
When the price you pay to face another day is getting too high,
When the seeds that you're sowing, you know you cannot reap
Make a break for the pearly gates and say this to St. Pete,
Oh me, oh my, I want my piece of pie in the sky
So, let the lightning flash and let thunder roll
Because the sky is never as crazy as the mean old world
Do my last singing in this land, then turn in my hand,
Head to the promise land where they've got a brand new band for me
There's a place in Wyoming where they lay in the shade all day
And the evening breeze and the cottonwood trees sing your sorrows away
But I never will go there, I can almost guarantee
So, let my bells start tolling, let my hearse come rolling
And on up to heaven I'll be
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There's a point to this
I found meaning in a kiss
The taste of salt on someone else's lips
There's a point to this
Let the love and hate permeate the skin
Burn and rage and burn again
There's a point to this
I found it in the beds I slept in
In the absolution of my sins
I found it in the loss and grief
I found it in the disbelief
There's a point to this
I found it in the warmth of the sun
In the cool of the dirt
In the pain and the hurt and in you
I found it in the air and sea
In the sometimes gentile waves in me
There's a point to this
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The past has been won
Everything I do has already been done
When I die, who will remember me and
Will that memory be worth remembering?
I don't want anyone
I don't want anything
I want nothingness
I want to be the last great thing
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Lee Preston Boston, Massachusetts
Researching the music of the past & the future for the Undark Arts & Linguistics Foundation. All rights reserved.
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