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I still got my heart in my pocket And that same old locket Yeah the one with the scratch on the back Now I know that's a ********* fact The skies are burning red tonight And I can't seem to see right Where you are I can only guess to God Now I'm feeling heartbroken and oh' so small There's that guy with the fat left eye The one I punched last night for stealing my pie Oh there's that guy with the fat left eye I see him staring at your locket, whata' guy The curbs are burning red with hate on every corner The morgues are getting full with weary coroners Were left here on this place without a clue where to go Buy your ticket, rip your stub, enjoy the ride And hell lingers round' me as I walk along alone A sin in every mailbox, a catch in every mitt Sailing in my car with the windows down just a crack A lady last night she wished to give me a smack Heave away those lofty regrets that you never met Their weights in pasts that can be lost quite fast Look ahead to the greater beyond The last mountain to be seen will hold your song
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Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 11:27 AM UTC
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I still got my heart in my pocket And that same old locket Yeah the one with the scratch on the back Now I know that's a ********* fact The skies are burning red tonight And I can't seem to see right Where you are I can only guess to God Now I'm feeling heartbroken and oh' so small There's that guy with the fat left eye The one I punched last night for stealing my pie Oh there's that guy with the fat left eye I see him staring at your locket, whata' guy The curbs are burning red with hate on every corner The morgues are getting full with weary coroners Were left here on this place without a clue where to go Buy your ticket, rip your stub, enjoy the ride And hell lingers round' me as I walk along alone A sin in every mailbox, a catch in every mitt Sailing in my car with the windows down just a crack A lady last night she wished to give me a smack Heave away those lofty regrets that you never met Their weights in pasts that can be lost quite fast Look ahead to the greater beyond The last mountain to be seen will hold your song
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Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 11:27 AM UTC
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