7 de abril de 2009

Let’s do it to the old fashion way *

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You are one of God's mistakes. You crying, tragic waste of skin.
I'm well aware of how it aches, and you still won't let me in.
Now I'm breaking down your door, to try and save your swollen face.
Though I don't like you anymore. You lying, trying waste of space.
Before our innocence was lost, you were always one of those
blessed with lucky 7's, and the voice that made me cry.
You were Mother Nature's son. Someone to whom I could relate.
You're needle and your damage done. Remains a sorted twist of fate.
Now I'm trying to wake you up, to pull you from the liquid sky.
'Cause if I don't we'll both end up, with just your songs that say goodbye. A song to say goodbye. Before our innocence was lost,
you were always one of those blessed with lucky 7's,
and the voice that made me cry. It's a song to say goodbye.

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