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Saturday, August 22, 2009
Hungover.
The man said 'why do you think you here?'
I said 'I got no idea
I'm gonna, I'm gonna lose my baby
so I always keep a bottle near'
He said 'I just think you're depressed,
kiss me here baby and go rest
'
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My blood running cold
I'll paint the future BLACK if it needs any color.
Hungover.
Death was on sales today.
the last open door.
Perfect.
Diamond hard promises and million dollar bills.
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