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I'm a dead man walking dead man talking dead man running to his grave. I would have stayed if I wasn't so afraid adding and subtracting all the mistakes I have made. I never could have stayed it never would have worked  out that way. In the end was that last smile and saying, "I'll see you down the road after a while." I'm a dead man walking a dead man talking a dead man running towards my grave. My crimes they have been small mostly involving self harm The self-inflicted wounds are stings that last the longest time. I'm a dead man walking a dead man laughing a dead man running towards my grave. I have always tried my best to be as loving as I can little acts of kindness now and then Even have submerged myself in others talking their pain I'm a dead man walking a dead man falling a dead man running to my grave. Many small crimes many petty misdeameanors never meant to hurt you only wanted to touch you but all these judgments all this self-incrimination can't be undone Too many justifications, rationalizations, too many words to say too much water? the bridge has washed away I don't think I could ever explain Even for a dead man running let's just say "one touch on the hand and I'll be on my way."
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
Dead man walking
I'm a dead man walking dead man talking dead man running to his grave. I would have stayed if I wasn't so afraid adding and subtracting all the mistakes I have made. I never could have stayed it never would have worked  out that way. In the end was that last smile and saying, "I'll see you down the road after a while." I'm a dead man walking a dead man talking a dead man running towards my grave. My crimes they have been small mostly involving self harm The self-inflicted wounds are stings that last the longest time. I'm a dead man walking a dead man laughing a dead man running towards my grave. I have always tried my best to be as loving as I can little acts of kindness now and then Even have submerged myself in others talking their pain I'm a dead man walking a dead man falling a dead man running to my grave. Many small crimes many petty misdeameanors never meant to hurt you only wanted to touch you but all these judgments all this self-incrimination can't be undone Too many justifications, rationalizations, too many words to say too much water? the bridge has washed away I don't think I could ever explain Even for a dead man running let's just say "one touch on the hand and I'll be on my way."
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
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