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Looks at me Quite pistol whipped Cheap ***** A taste on my lips Speeding down United States Federal Highway 1 I dream that I am Dead in each ditch I pass David Bowie deep cut and I want to be free like this forever I try to explain Using these letters Cheapening It just for you Dutch courage Nudging me Neon Strip Bar Glowing I'm a quiet person Keeping to myself But Born a fighter Hard fists scarred Dirt under my nails I never fail To wake up Hung over On her words Cautioning me To slow down Smoking *** Playing darts With old timers And drunks People and places Long forgotten Bloodied then Whitewashed Concrete Wide awake Always Dreaming Dead asleep In the driver seat
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Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
Local Pill Popping Fool Found in Ditch Suicide Note Reads: Fell for a girl way out of my leauge
Looks at me Quite pistol whipped Cheap ***** A taste on my lips Speeding down United States Federal Highway 1 I dream that I am Dead in each ditch I pass David Bowie deep cut and I want to be free like this forever I try to explain Using these letters Cheapening It just for you Dutch courage Nudging me Neon Strip Bar Glowing I'm a quiet person Keeping to myself But Born a fighter Hard fists scarred Dirt under my nails I never fail To wake up Hung over On her words Cautioning me To slow down Smoking *** Playing darts With old timers And drunks People and places Long forgotten Bloodied then Whitewashed Concrete Wide awake Always Dreaming Dead asleep In the driver seat
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Equatorial Guinean
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
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