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Suspend the moon from golden anchors Hide your notes on doing time Halos tarnish in secret places Ain't no such thing as  a victimless crime Concrete held me like a lover Tucked me into a metal bed And I could fill the oceans in my heart With all the hatred that I've bled I gave the rage too much control Forgot all about the cold hard facts Like "boy once you squeeze the trigger..." "You can't get the bullets back" Some say "hell you should have killed em" I guess that depends on who you ask One thing I'm certain of these days The answer ain't hiding in a whiskey flask Spent a lot of time thinking things over Ran to the edge of suicide and back I ran the gamut of emotions I went from blue to carbon black But I found out just who I'd been hating I saw my reflection and he was looking back So I came home a bit too much to look at teardrop tattoo underneath my eye Skull and crossbones on my neck With the words "Hell raiser till I die" But this single story don't define me This doesn't tell you who I am A Minister who's got a background Don't think for a minute that I'm "less than" Let's see if I've anything to offer They say it never hurts to try Anyone who's ever known me Knows I can't just lay down and die I wonder how long it's gonna take Will time go slow or will it go fast How far must I go into the future Before I outrun my past
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
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Suspend the moon from golden anchors Hide your notes on doing time Halos tarnish in secret places Ain't no such thing as  a victimless crime Concrete held me like a lover Tucked me into a metal bed And I could fill the oceans in my heart With all the hatred that I've bled I gave the rage too much control Forgot all about the cold hard facts Like "boy once you squeeze the trigger..." "You can't get the bullets back" Some say "hell you should have killed em" I guess that depends on who you ask One thing I'm certain of these days The answer ain't hiding in a whiskey flask Spent a lot of time thinking things over Ran to the edge of suicide and back I ran the gamut of emotions I went from blue to carbon black But I found out just who I'd been hating I saw my reflection and he was looking back So I came home a bit too much to look at teardrop tattoo underneath my eye Skull and crossbones on my neck With the words "Hell raiser till I die" But this single story don't define me This doesn't tell you who I am A Minister who's got a background Don't think for a minute that I'm "less than" Let's see if I've anything to offer They say it never hurts to try Anyone who's ever known me Knows I can't just lay down and die I wonder how long it's gonna take Will time go slow or will it go fast How far must I go into the future Before I outrun my past
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Franklinrichard
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
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