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Shots of Vodka
Contributed by
Red_October
on
Thursday, 10th March 2005 @ 04:03:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Try to be something decent, trying to be something Looking through me with those big black eyes because you know you are You are desiring something more decent than I ever was or could be
(professional alcoholic, pill-popper, whatever numbs my soul)
Where do you run to when you're not with me? Where do you hide when you're pretending you don't know me?
All I see around me are great big falling stars Alone again I'm hiding, taking shots of vodka in my car Screw it... I close my eyes so I don't have to see the type of woman you desire is much more sober than me
(beige slacks and always reliable and agrees with the rules)
Being what you are, I guess it's all fine and well You're the star but I'm in hell Even when i have not enough to be drunk I try not to remember that you're the one I want
(dominate with lover-comfort crashing through the walls)
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Red_October
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2005-03-10 16:03:09] (Date/Time posted on
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