17 octubre 2008

You can dance and play these games all evening
You'll be dead by morning
So nothing'll matter then.

The headlights of a flatbed pick-up truck
Puts you in the past
You're on a dirt road behind the house
Why did he go blind not see the stars at night
Shine down on a family
Posion, seed it, fertilize

You can dance and play these games all evening
You'll be dead by morning
So nothing'll matter then.

She said "If it's my time to pass, I'm not afraid.
I won't scream or fight.
I just can't do it myself so please go get a gun or knife and help me do this right."



(rocky votolá - end like this)

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