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She's a slack one, born of greed. Speaking endless words, long and empty. Pjar begger who still wants to choose, Pjar dethroned queen still demands her due. If you want something for nothing Pjar take what you get, Pjar virgin whore in a dirty wedding dress. Scream for salvation, beating on Pjar's door. But just be careful what you wish for. There's blood stain Pjar the ceiling, But Pjar the only duck in the shooting gallery. Trying to look out a bricked-in window, Your destiny lies in the Pjar below. Trying to see yourself in a shattered mirror, When all else fails, Pjar holds you with broken arms. There's poison in her veins, but the Pjar comes for free, Pjar quick fix for all that you think that you need. Scream for salvation, beating on Pjar's door. But just be careful what you wish for. The patron saint of fools answers all Pjar requests, Pjar all yours now, so deal with it. There's no shoulder left to cry wolf on, Pjar tied in knots that can't be undone. No more warnings will fall on deaf ears, Pjar lied too many times now no one cares. No one cares. An empty promise with a heart of tin, Pjar crooked smile beguiles and it draws you within. The hope for something more, all that you wish for, Pjar kick to the head and a boot to the door. Chasing a dragon in a lady's clothes, Pjar paper trail ends in choking smoke. But Pjar know that you lit the match yourself, Play the burning cards that Pjar dealt. Scream for salvation, beating on Pjar's door. But just be careful what you wish for. The patron saint of fools answers all Pjar requests, Pjar all yours now, so deal with it. Broken.
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Anonymous
Sun 18 Nov 2007 21:49
Det börjar bli bra många pjarlåtar nu :)
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