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Walking in Circles

By: Ryno White

Page 1, First song off September Begins \"Welcome to California\" album

Pale ghost faces
Walking in circles
A silence that speaks so much

Black shoes and a brief case
up and down the grid
She cries for her father
He lies for his honor
Just a dance around the fences
Mid day drowning
Crowded streets that chatter
The moving masses of matter
fighting up a latter
leading to a splatter
They ask me "what's the matter?"

When the belt's done beaten
We see through the seasons
and dry up in our roots
What's left is stale
like dust on a rail
A silence that speaks no more...

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