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I had a vision of black and white                               Nostalgic Nightmares in Haunted Hallways                   Seven doors burned and bottles of un opened happiness left swimming to shore                                                                                                                                           they left me                                 staaag....gg..errr. . .ing alone                                                                                     d                                                                                       o                                                                                        w                                                                                          n                                                                                            the corridor Naked streets in the indians dream,      Blowing trees are all I see...                          running WILD!         The west was ONE and won by ONE                All over again they will come around      When I remember them                       I'll come around....                                                                                                    : Just like they told me to. Do what they told you.                                         Breathe no more in this soggy air,                                                                                                           the smoke in the air....                           Staining the floral patterns on the wall,                                          I can't get out of this hall                                                        .from hell.                                                                                               the morals intention                                                          on a blue sunday in October                                       The crippling last words are always remembered                   Sometime in December,                                                                                  I'll dance again with you,                                                                                                                               my love                             It's all I can do...                                                                                       my love                             I'll see you there                                                                            Like a dove Like last night.
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Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 11:58 AM UTC
Last Night,
I had a vision of black and white                               Nostalgic Nightmares in Haunted Hallways                   Seven doors burned and bottles of un opened happiness left swimming to shore                                                                                                                                           they left me                                 staaag....gg..errr. . .ing alone                                                                                     d                                                                                       o                                                                                        w                                                                                          n                                                                                            the corridor Naked streets in the indians dream,      Blowing trees are all I see...                          running WILD!         The west was ONE and won by ONE                All over again they will come around      When I remember them                       I'll come around....                                                                                                    : Just like they told me to. Do what they told you.                                         Breathe no more in this soggy air,                                                                                                           the smoke in the air....                           Staining the floral patterns on the wall,                                          I can't get out of this hall                                                        .from hell.                                                                                               the morals intention                                                          on a blue sunday in October                                       The crippling last words are always remembered                   Sometime in December,                                                                                  I'll dance again with you,                                                                                                                               my love                             It's all I can do...                                                                                       my love                             I'll see you there                                                                            Like a dove Like last night.
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30/M/Australian
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 11:58 AM UTC
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