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Jul 2013
I didn't cut myself
I'm just fine
It's just a scratch
Oh the red stuff
That's just ketchup
I was eating a hamburger

You walked away
Bad decision
You didn't look in my other hand

Everything I just told you is *******
I'm carving "Help me"
Into these ancient veins
I'm not mining for gold
I'm mining for iron
A little bit of nickle
I just didn't want you to worry
I'll wake up in the morning

I think?
Robert Guerrero
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Robert Guerrero
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