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Am I even alive Is this skin paper thin Cuts and bruises I'm living in And lust for women I've given in That's what's killed me Chasing you off that cliff to my death I love to hate it helps me love less But less time I had to do it because it was way too late I had already jumped trying to catch you But now how are we going to escape I guess you had a parachute I didn't see that s*** before And neither did you let me know So I went splat.... And ironically You turned into a ghost
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 4:09 AM UTC
A Ghost
Am I even alive Is this skin paper thin Cuts and bruises I'm living in And lust for women I've given in That's what's killed me Chasing you off that cliff to my death I love to hate it helps me love less But less time I had to do it because it was way too late I had already jumped trying to catch you But now how are we going to escape I guess you had a parachute I didn't see that s*** before And neither did you let me know So I went splat.... And ironically You turned into a ghost
Leave her alone.
quela-vente
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 4:09 AM UTC
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