Dead man, cheap room ushering a prayer
Contributed by
Tferguson
on
Wednesday, 3rd July 2013 @ 06:32:35 PM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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It'll kill me baby, maybe the mornings black, or covered in thundering rain, It hurts sometimes, as i wake up again.
If the drink wouldnt do It and i shouldnt of blew it away, i couldn't solve it anyhow, don't ask me, where i am going.
nevermind it for now, the whole night's dead ahead, and you can dream, and carve a new face on the old, make a cover up on fate, but its the waiting, without understanding, queing outside a butcher shop everyday.
It's ok baby, don't wake up and start crying, throw the sheets down, and cry for help, it isnt coming, oh its all to late, so unspoken, im happy knowing you'll find me in the morning draw the shade, and see it like a bad movie.
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