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Sage Francis Personal Journals

Sun set and sun rise I'm my own personal light show Flipping switches...moving from basin bottoms to plateaus The Earth...manipulates itself beneath

Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of tea He stays up with me and we discuss things Most of the time he just listens Other

by beating yourself I'm different...in a different way The only thing that stays the same is change While people claim their states, I state my claims Sage Francis

[Verse One] I didn't tell anyone about what I seen or heard that day, mums the word still I'm scared to plant ideas into your head while your rebellious

be lived with One is addressed to my friends it says I'm a mess so y'all can't visit One is addressed to myself but I don't know what personality or

s an asshole Jealous of his ghosts and doubts that he even has a soul My secret pleasures have my inner demons gossiping I'm a ghost writer for the horrorcore lyrics my personal

[Sage Francis] I am.. More than two faced, I've got at least six with cheap tricks To hide my not-so-pretty side while accentuating cheeks and lips I

you mongered the night before (I'm really feelin' those lighters) Sometimes you can hear 'em talk, other times you can't All the same old cliches, "Is that Sage

[spoken] Sage Francis...Personal Journalist, 1968 to 2001 [Verse 1] He left with deep breaths in each chest that needs less innovating Cause there still