I straggled for the queen and the pawn,
Never knew the next move,
And had nothin' to lose,
I straggled for the queen and the pawn
The castle casts a shadow,
And sherwood shelters runaways,
Didn't know if I stole too much,
I would beg 'til my dyin' days,
As I walked down the crowded street,
My face covering an empty soul,
Everyone was smoking cigarettes,
A toxic haze that had taken hold,
Hop scotch as the concrete cracked,
Let the cards fall where they may,
Pick up the pieces of a broken heart,
After molding clay
I straggled for the queen and the pawn,
Never knew the next move,
And had nothin' to lose,
I straggled for the queen and the pawn
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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