March
9 April 2008
Well I tripped, fell down nakedWell I scratched my knees they bledSew up my eyes, need no moreIn our game, there is no scoreForgive me father why should ya bother?Try honesty, try honestyHop in your d
She reads a book from across the streetWaiting for someone that she'll never meetTalk over coffee for an hour or twoShe wonders why I'm always in a good moodKilling time before she struts her stuffShe
In a crooked little town, they were lost and never foundFallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves, on the groundI hitched a ride, until the coastTo leave behind, all of my ghostsSearchin' for s
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