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I'm invincible tonight Snarling punk guitar riffs Dilate us. Wetting our taste for the Killer **** chases cops As I trip out in the passanger seat he drinks strawberry sodas and smokes cigarettes I dream in full color lingering on the edge completeness I begin to fade into the seat Watching cars pass on their way He speaks but his words are lost A cure for cancer and broken hearts Head colds and chest colds The highway breaks and becomes back roads I pass the time alone with a running reel of thought pictures None of them including you He parks The car doors slam like gunshots The ground gives way beneath my feet The stillness as we close in for the **** The last of my money turns into mere milligrams of peace We take our hits on the back porch The dealer's girl and baby sleep on the couch I turn inside out The cool night air I close my eyes Listening To my Pulse Quickening....  Beneath the skin things begin to heat up Then its gone The money and the dreams of growing old Always tommorow, never today The clouds float like a silver blanket on the moon's ray's They speak in tongues beside me If they asked me, I do not know Then again she returns The thorn among the roses Just as the warmth took me Just as I began to forget I don't remeber the ride home If that's what you call a home If once it could be like the first time again I might not die trying to forget the things I fought hardest to keep Those you love will hurt you the most Those who love themselves only find solace in oblivion Somewhere between awake and asleep The flutter of eyelids Signal lights for the infinite
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May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 3:09 AM UTC
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I'm invincible tonight Snarling punk guitar riffs Dilate us. Wetting our taste for the Killer **** chases cops As I trip out in the passanger seat he drinks strawberry sodas and smokes cigarettes I dream in full color lingering on the edge completeness I begin to fade into the seat Watching cars pass on their way He speaks but his words are lost A cure for cancer and broken hearts Head colds and chest colds The highway breaks and becomes back roads I pass the time alone with a running reel of thought pictures None of them including you He parks The car doors slam like gunshots The ground gives way beneath my feet The stillness as we close in for the **** The last of my money turns into mere milligrams of peace We take our hits on the back porch The dealer's girl and baby sleep on the couch I turn inside out The cool night air I close my eyes Listening To my Pulse Quickening....  Beneath the skin things begin to heat up Then its gone The money and the dreams of growing old Always tommorow, never today The clouds float like a silver blanket on the moon's ray's They speak in tongues beside me If they asked me, I do not know Then again she returns The thorn among the roses Just as the warmth took me Just as I began to forget I don't remeber the ride home If that's what you call a home If once it could be like the first time again I might not die trying to forget the things I fought hardest to keep Those you love will hurt you the most Those who love themselves only find solace in oblivion Somewhere between awake and asleep The flutter of eyelids Signal lights for the infinite
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jacob-1
Equatorial Guinean
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 3:09 AM UTC
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