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"He who forgets, will be destined to remember..."

So you say you know just who I am.
But I’m afraid that you don’t understand.
‘Not a line written in your book.. ‘not an angel, and I am not a crook.

You see black and you know just what that means.
You say “no” with so much certainty.
You see a world drawn out on a grid, running from oceans where the buried treasure’s hid.

Don’t squeeze me in to your photograph.
Don’t sum me up to a one line epitaph, skipping from the graph.. a one-trick pony.

Life is simpler when you know just who you are..
til the breakdown comes and you find that you were wrong.
That oppression comes for an extended stay.. stand on the shore and watch your future drift away.

Don’t squeeze me in to your photograph.
Don’t sum me up to a one line epitaph, skipping from the graph.. a one-trick pony.

A one line epitaph, skipping from the graph.. a one-trick pony.

These are lyrics by The Navigators, from 'One Line Epitaph'. This was posted at 12:36 AM on 28 August 2006 .
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