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blacked out blues

when your vision turns from one to two

when you’re kneeling down making porcelain stew

when stumblin’s all you can manage to do

that’s the blacked out blues

when you’re strolling down the street looking for a fight

and you find your target wandering by

that moment when you punch him in the ******* eye

that’s the blacked out blues

when getting laid is your only goal

when your only requirements are two legs and a hole

but little do you know your model’s a troll

that’s the blacked out blues

when your vision turns from one to two

when you’re kneeling down making porcelain stew

when stumblin’s all you can manage to do

that’s the blacked out blues

that’s the blacked out blues

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dominic-rocky
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Published
Oct 25, 2011
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