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"Walk on Through" by antiScripsony

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It's been a bad evening
In Michigan
In Florida
In British Columbia
I'm not feeling very good
Every song is the same
It's thirteen hours long
I'm yawning but I'm not tired.
I guess I wish that you were here

It's too late to be great
I remember now what it was like
To be tired and so bored
And nostalgic
It's like you've died somewhere
It doesn't make any sense
It's like you should be here
But nature travels on

So walk on through
Walk all over you
Walk on through
Please, for me and me too
Walk on through
I hope that you're somewhere safe
Walk on through
I'm not your father
But I order you to walk on through

I could never know
And that's why I'm so scared
No one would tell me
No one would ever call me
I've got these books
That I don't want to read
They don't seem like you
I'd like to read you

So walk on through
Walk all over you
Walk on through
Please, for me and me too
Walk on through
I hope that you're somewhere safe
Walk on through
I'm not your son
But I'm asking you to walk on through

All the buildings in town flooded once
It was some underground tunnels that were abandoned
What a passive-aggressive disaster could never happen here
I guess you don't know anything about that

I fell down the stairs once or twice
I could hobble, but I liked to sit
In a couple days I could walk again
I sort of like to sit

So walk on through
Walk all over you
Walk on through
Please, for me and me too
Walk on through
I hope that you're somewhere safe
Walk on through
I'm not your father
But I order you to walk on through

I want you to walk all over me
I want you to lie on top of me
I want you to fall asleep with me
Or maybe you
Walk on through



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On Saturday August 14th, 2004, manywalks (947) writes:
...i could hobble, but i liked to sit... that line really hit me. ~ wen



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