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A beautiful thing, the word "unrequited"
It rolls off the tongue like a wave
But stings at the teeth, much like when venom
Flows out from the bite of a snake
It melts through the bone, leaving me without
A semblance of skeleton left
To show that I became
Something I never had planned

Well, she don't have the time
Don't have the room in her mind to make space for a guy
Who tries all he might
To sweep her clean off of her feet
And she don't have the sight
Can't tell that she's made of finer than roses and wine
The sensory high
The savor in all that I eat

But a spoonful of sugar
Won't help my own medicine go down

A curious thing; my actions and dialogue
Always were under my rule
But roles were recast; I was the prince
And now I'm playing the part of the fool
A clown sentenced by karma's judicial
And ill-fated chain of events
I just don't understand
What anyone could have against happiness

No, she don't have the time
Can't even quite justify any known reason why
I pass through her mind
As strangers would pass on the street
And she don't have the sight
Can't tell that she breathes the life into every night
The wind in the kite
The essence of everything sweet

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The Last Domino Los Angeles, California

John Orr has performed under the name The Last Domino since 2005. What began as acoustic singer/songwriter fare with his first EP blossomed into a unique style through subsequent releases that spans a myriad genres from rock to electronic to Parisian waltz. Domino shows are innovative one-man-army performances, layering organic loops & beats with various instruments like the saxophone & melodica. ... more

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