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I have run down the sun, I have gunned it down dead, I have taken down the world, and put a bullet in its head. Oh no - shards of shadows, hints of memories lost, I took the life of another man, Because I believed in the cross. Surround me now, oh children young, For it is for you that I have sold my soul. Cluck the clutch of bullets young, In the magazine of my crook’ed gun. I look at my mind in rewind, A series of rehearsed images burst. Somehow I remember nothing but my worst hours Hours hours Hours So now I relinquish – for this is my finest hour yet, I have destroyed the best for myself. I do not deserve better, For my sins are costly memories. I shall cast myself into the sea, The sea from whence I came, To beginning of the ride, To the beginning of the game, I am happy now – content to say the least, With a wry smile like the cat with the cream, It has been a while, My time has come to a close, Its been a long time, This deflowering of the rose, I have resisted for so long. I - like the beach - have held back the sea, Held back the sands of time. But in the end no matter how long it takes, The end is inevitable, So now I my life lay waste.
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Mar 27, 2010
Mar 27, 2010 at 10:47 AM UTC
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I have run down the sun, I have gunned it down dead, I have taken down the world, and put a bullet in its head. Oh no - shards of shadows, hints of memories lost, I took the life of another man, Because I believed in the cross. Surround me now, oh children young, For it is for you that I have sold my soul. Cluck the clutch of bullets young, In the magazine of my crook’ed gun. I look at my mind in rewind, A series of rehearsed images burst. Somehow I remember nothing but my worst hours Hours hours Hours So now I relinquish – for this is my finest hour yet, I have destroyed the best for myself. I do not deserve better, For my sins are costly memories. I shall cast myself into the sea, The sea from whence I came, To beginning of the ride, To the beginning of the game, I am happy now – content to say the least, With a wry smile like the cat with the cream, It has been a while, My time has come to a close, Its been a long time, This deflowering of the rose, I have resisted for so long. I - like the beach - have held back the sea, Held back the sands of time. But in the end no matter how long it takes, The end is inevitable, So now I my life lay waste.
justin-blaauw
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justin-blaauw
South African
Mar 27, 2010
Mar 27, 2010 at 10:47 AM UTC
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