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Futility Metaphors CD (2003) by Man Without Plan

Released on Friday, January 31st, 2003
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Sixty-Five Roses Lyrics (by Man Without Plan)

you wouldn't understand me
I am a machine
I have a command of techniques
and can connect you to the scene
you're so casual in the hallway
don't you realize what that does to me?
the particular red of a garment
it's not something
that just anyone would perceive (I know, I screwed up singing that part)
just when I think that I'm doing ok again
I'm pulled back, ripped right back to reality
late nights are spent in the archives
ransacking for answers that will set me free
then I can start with tracking you down
stand from my chair and stride comfortably out
and up the street