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Words and Music By Anne Stott


Who's blood was shed which battle was won?
Who looks like the victor, who felt like the pawn?
Who felt like the pawn?

I'm not dying yet, some day that will come
For now the plate's cracked and we can't see the sun

Take a bet today, odd's as good as any
Tomorrow will look just like every

cloud with silver lining
bitter sweet chocolate
balloons floating too high
blinded by moonlight

Don't worry about the dinner, knew it was cold long ago
For all the picket fences, hotels are what this world holds

© 2007 Anne Stott. All rights reserved.
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