Wednesday 22 April 2009 photo 1/1
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I'm misery's best friend
Dead beat on a dead-end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self elect resident reject
A bad habit
Don't forget it you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon
I'm chasing six feet
And now I'm running out of time
Dead beat on a dead-end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self elect resident reject
A bad habit
Don't forget it you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon
I'm chasing six feet
And now I'm running out of time
Annons