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A moment of silence by streetlight manifesto lyrics

“A moment of silence please for those who never get the chance
They show up to the party but they’re never asked to dance
The losers, the liars, the bastards, the thieves
The cynicists, the pessimists and those that don’t believe in nothing
I never met a loser that I did see eye to eye with, I declare
I stare into your eyes
But you look right past me into the air
What’s it like to stand in your shoes?
To have never felt the belt of somebody’s abuse?
I take the bottle and I tip it to all my heroes that have passed
Alas, you have left us but your stories they will last
Uninspired by the recruiting call
Independent we stand
Independent we fall
So tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all?
Before they call you bluff and watch you fall?
I don’t know but I’d like to think I had control
At some point but I let it go and lost my soul
Sit tight but the revolution’s years away
I’m losing faith and I’m running low on things to say
So I guess I have no choice but to regurgitate
The tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite
Oh! to have died that night I realized it wouldn’t last!
Our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass
The final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed
Oh! to the west, you don’t know what it is you’re running from
And everybody’s laughing loud
Your last chance to make your mother and father proud
Oh, oh, oh…
A moment of silence please for those who never get the chance
They show up to the party but they’re never asked to dance
The losers, the liars, the bastards, the thieves
The cynicists, the pessimists and those that don’t believe in nothing
They said “a pox
Upon your house
Upon your family and everyone you ever knew
And everyone you’ll ever meet”
I bet they think we wish we joined when we could
But we do what we want we don’t do what we should
Now everybody’s laughing
Because they’re thinking they in on something I don’t get
Don’t forget
I connect and I read every word you said
Like a child who believes he was wronged
If you hate me so much then stop singing my songs
So tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all?
Before they call you bluff and watch you fall?
I don’t know but I’d like to think I had control
At some point but I let it go and lost my soul
Sit tight but the revolution’s years away
I’m losing faith and I’m running low on things to say
So I guess I have no choice but to regurgitate
The tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite
Oh! to have died that night I realized it wouldn’t last!
Our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass
The final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed
Oh! to the west, you don’t know what it is you’re running from
And everybody’s laughing loud
Your last chance to make your mother and father proud
Oh, oh, oh…”

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I have to admit that I love to flash my c*** to adult women, of any age actually. I flash my c*** in my car, on webcams or in hotel windows overlooking parking lots or beaches like in Florida. My c*** is slightly larger than “average” but certainly not huge. Two women have told me that my c*** is really hard. I believe that several women have seen me though none have reported me and that’s a good thing.

One time in Florida I was laying on the lounge with my c*** surreptiously sticking out the side. Across the deck was a beautiful black haired lady in a bikini. She had really b*******. She was wearing sunglasses and getting some sun. Her lounge was slightly elevated but I couldn’t tell if her eyes were open. If they were she would have seen my c*** which of course was really exciting me. We were like that for about 15 minutes when another lady approached her and said something. She sat up, raised her glasses and took a clear look at me. She then lowered her glasses and resumed her position. She didn’t do or say anything. The only thing she did was bend her knee blocking my view between her legs. I didn’t trust the other lady so I left right away. That lady really took it in stride. I often wonder if she was offended, neutral or excited.

One night I was cruising with my c*** in my hand looking for a flashing opportunity. Up ahead was a girl hitchiking. She was wearing a loose dress from what I could see in the headlights and she was perfect. I decided to offer her a ride with my c*** out. If she got in, great and if she did not that was cool. I pulled up beside her and she opened the door. When that happened the interior light came on. She could see my c*** but I was so excited that c** exploded out of my c***. It happened so fast that I reached over, closed the door and took off.

I often wonder what she thought. Oh yeah, I also j******* to those memories.