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November 2007
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    gray light, new day leaks through the window an old soul song comes on the alarm clock radio   every lucky man has a bad day and pretty girl has a scar after that train comes and takes me away pick up that guitar
 i had a beautiful, beautiful time.  The view from our hotel room.      and i know what must change fuck my face, fuck my name  the city has sex with itself, i suppose as the concrete collides, well the scenery grows and the lonely, once bandaged, lay fully exposed i need something, i want to be close to and i scream, but i still don't know why i do it because the sound never stays it just swells and decays the truth is, all that i am is a passing event that will be forgotten  she took a small silver wreath and pinned it on to me she said "this one will bring you love" and i know it's not true, but i keep it for good luck |
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