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Here alone i stand My feet are torn upon this land Where my heart will meet And with this hand I will beat I have my white rock Under my roof i will lock The pipe is busted now Oh hey there's that lighter i found There's the path that leads Bits and pieces that i need To survive this night I will be the thing that frights Knock at my door Maybe I'll get some more No, men are storming in Ask to sign with no pen All I've got is blood And this one diamond stud It will be the last It will be a thing of the past
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
Boulevard of Broken Crack Pipes
Here alone i stand My feet are torn upon this land Where my heart will meet And with this hand I will beat I have my white rock Under my roof i will lock The pipe is busted now Oh hey there's that lighter i found There's the path that leads Bits and pieces that i need To survive this night I will be the thing that frights Knock at my door Maybe I'll get some more No, men are storming in Ask to sign with no pen All I've got is blood And this one diamond stud It will be the last It will be a thing of the past
Notice what i did with the title? Eh? No? A friend said it and it got me thinking
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
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