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Waking up I want to sleep! I want to drown this out I want it bleeped! No more reality I want it altered To live that way I don't want to stay...in...this...reality Drunk or stoned Only high or low Never on the level I just want to hold hands with the devil This doesn't make sense Why are you reading this?!?! On this path I tread Like a missile headed one direction Moving violently forward I'll only cause destruction So don't try and save me I'm gone, I'm lost As you would a skipping stone Just hold me for a moment, and then toss
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jordan-farelli
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May 16, 2012
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