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I took one look at the moonlight I had been filled with guilt and shame Without even realizing I had turned into water Without even realizing I turned into rain I trudged on through the broken lines Looking for an answer ******* gasoline on your fallen dreams They will make such a good fire I trudged on through the broken lines Picking up answers here and there Waiting for sunrise To lift her shirt in the east So I could feel the horizon Without knowing I turned into to fire Burning up in the clouds Licking up moisture Betwixt the legs of winter Looking for some quiet time Hoping for the better I trudged on through the broken lines Digging through grass and the rubble I saw my name on a cigarette Half-smoked on my funeral pyre And I asked if a policeman If he knew your name And I asked if he would take me To a warm night with dreams In a jail cell So dry "I kinda dig it here" So I tattoed those words So I could never forget So I walked behind street cleaners Feeling like **** Wondering when sunset would Break her vows with me I stayed up all night searching For a quiet place to sleep Until I found a place in an empty lot Far away from city streets And I woke up in the afternoon To the sound of heated rain Falling on a tin roof Yelling out my name
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Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 2:21 AM UTC
I am a knife thrower and I can **** up your ******* life (Right aligned for your ((left brain)) pleasure)
I took one look at the moonlight I had been filled with guilt and shame Without even realizing I had turned into water Without even realizing I turned into rain I trudged on through the broken lines Looking for an answer ******* gasoline on your fallen dreams They will make such a good fire I trudged on through the broken lines Picking up answers here and there Waiting for sunrise To lift her shirt in the east So I could feel the horizon Without knowing I turned into to fire Burning up in the clouds Licking up moisture Betwixt the legs of winter Looking for some quiet time Hoping for the better I trudged on through the broken lines Digging through grass and the rubble I saw my name on a cigarette Half-smoked on my funeral pyre And I asked if a policeman If he knew your name And I asked if he would take me To a warm night with dreams In a jail cell So dry "I kinda dig it here" So I tattoed those words So I could never forget So I walked behind street cleaners Feeling like **** Wondering when sunset would Break her vows with me I stayed up all night searching For a quiet place to sleep Until I found a place in an empty lot Far away from city streets And I woke up in the afternoon To the sound of heated rain Falling on a tin roof Yelling out my name
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Equatorial Guinean
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 2:21 AM UTC
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