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Predator

from Through the Walls by Jon Simons

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Predator

Fall into your favorite chair
But they may find you there
Don’t stare, beware
Be aware of the predator

Crawl into your favorite shell
Hope you’re feeling well
Sit tight, for the night
When it’s right you’ll turn to air

Run, you’re time is under the gun
See me, under this rock in the sea
Hate, it only makes you the bate
Feel real, hope that this pain will heal

Leave it in your sheathe tonight
I’ve already lost the fight
Take your quarters from my case
Have I written poor on my face?

Be still in your ways
Or they’ll come and take them away
That’s me on my knees
Until I cure this disease

All the colors swirl in your mind
Yellow and green are colors of kind
All your friends form a circle
All the love your hands can find

But it’s not solitude after all
Doesn’t even brake my fall
Can’t see the blood on my arm
Can’t see the blackness in my eyes
Can’t seem to help me rise from this hole

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from Through the Walls, released December 1, 1999

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Jon Simons Austin, Texas

Jon Simons is a contemporary singer-songwriter and poet. Originally from Texas, he has been touring and releasing albums since 1999. While his recordings are often lush, with dreamlike overdubs and layered vocal harmonies, his solo performances retain the sparse and melancholic qualities of the original songs. ... more

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