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I think i'm losing it
Contributed by
In_a_While
on
Thursday, 21st April 2005 @ 11:02:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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I'm on a grass stain, a field of this steel pain Why can't this sand be kept in my hand? Keep me on treetops, the breeze never here stops I'm selling my soul for blackening gold
Then soda dreams stop, a coffee no creams cop Why can't i rhyme with a lemon n' lime Here's all the small stones, my ears to my earphones Why don't i mind my being behind?
Don't be mistaken, I'm candy cane bacon Pass me the handgun i can't understand fun
Then slowly...slowly. . . . . . .slowly
Fashion's no passion This fad is my sad sun Tears are all ashen So glad is this mad son
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2005-04-21 11:02:09] (Date/Time posted on
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