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Flash in the Pan Blues by Blind Carbon Copy I've gotta tell my story, but I just don't have the time oh, yeah — I've gotta tell my story, but I just don't have the time y' know if I can't find a way to do it soon, I just may lose my mind when I'm really smokin', baby, I'll always be your honey man as long as I am smokin', babe, I'll always be your honey man but it's hard to keep from thinkin' that I'm just another flash in the pan. baby, wish you'd do it for me, cause I know what you can do yes, I wish you'd do it for me, you gotta know I'd do it for you - but I'm blinded by your talent and I got no point of view aw, baby — you know what I mean. how you think I feel when you've opted out on me - gone all tens for somebody new? if I made a carbon copy of every plot a writer's rolled if I made myself a copy of every story ever told — distilled them to their essence, my streets would soon be lined with gold but what's the use of writin' when every single word's been read? baby, what's the use of readin', when everything has all been said and what's the use of living, when all the inspiration's dead? © Blind Carbon Copy/Carrie Berry 2001 Flash in the Pan Blues first appeared in the inaugural edition of Flush Fiction Magazine and is dedicated to FFM editor, Tonya Judy. From the first time this song was sung, Blind Carbon Copy developed a life of his own. [ fandango virtual | morpheus arms | bcc | fv books ] |