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Silhouettes in the Static
By
submitted on: 1999
sometimes I stay up late surfing the net to catch glimpses of you all I can see is the static not a trace of the soul I knew scanning over page upon page staring at byte after byte you sure do disappear well, my friend like a thief into the night two hundred thousand news groups too many web sites to do it's me going insane in this static and it's me that will find you in a world where everything's hidden and nothing stays the same I know that I can find you I know your soul and not your name I see silhouettes in the static I see your writing on the wall I'll end my life searching, I promise you and I'll find you through the noise of it all |