Connect

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The second verse is a nod to two of my favorite bands: The Smiths and Killing Joke. Hope some of you can pick up on the references.

Written while losing connection on the internet.

Submitted: June 01, 2008

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Lips like suagr,
Eyes like wine.
This is going to be a good time.
Footsteps that never felt so hollow,
Broken homes are my empty isles.

This connection is failing baby,
And the low fuel light is blinking red.
I'm not stopping until one of us is dead.

A rush and a push and the land is ours,
We'll take it like kings and live as queens.
Adorations of the meek and merry,
We move like pawns on chessboards.

This connetion is failing baby,
And the low fuel light is blinking red.
I'm not stopping until one of us is dead.

[Bridge]
Come on, come on, take my hand.
Take me far, take me fast.
Come on, come on, take my hand.
Don't let loose, I can't stand jet lag.

This connetion is failing baby,
And the low fuel light is blinking red.
I'm not stopping until one of us is dead.


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