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travino
Saturday, October 18, 2008 Real Astrology The hits keep coming...I was laying on the floor when you were gone Like it was something I could die from Now my head aches and your friends all think I'm dumb You said it's just a bit of bad blood I don't feel great but it doesn't bother me Because I don't have the energy And the x-ray doesn't tell me anything Or show me what the hell you see in me All my time has turned to days That I will waste till my dying day And all my bones have realigned And now I guess it was a bad sign I was praying to the lord for some fun But I guess he didn't have some And betraying everything that I'd become Just to prove it wasn't true love If I'm too late will you come and hurry me Like a kid among the dying leaves If my heart breaks will you drug and carry me Where we can talk about our chemistry All my time has turned to days That I will waste till my dying day And all my bones have realigned And now I guess it was a bad sign And now I guess it was a bad sign ArchivesDecember 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 February 2007 April 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 October 2008 |
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