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Airborne Toxic Event "Does This Mean You're Moving On?
And the funny thing is it has no end, I try to call you up at
2 a.m. in a crowded bar. Your ringer tones crowd my mind.
I can see you through the phone lying wide awake at home.
So I think I'll see my coquette and hope you don't catch the
bourbon on my breath.
I catch a cab outside on 7th Street and the cars fly by through
the Bowery. I come to your door and I hear a moan, then
another voice. "oh Christ, she's not alone."
And my heart sinks like a stone.
LoveHateHero "These Fists Are Grenades"
Can't stop the bleeding of this severed heart,
a most unlucky heir.
I'm visioning killing him, stop me.
A gazing down upon his lifeless stare.
My mind is playing tricks on me
it's make believe,
a daydream.
So much anger inside of me,
when these fists are grenades
and the pin has been played,
I'm taking you with me.
So much pain built up inside of me,
so i'll set it on self destruct
and i'm taking your pathetic heart with me.
How, how long, and when?
Were you going to tell me, about your friend?
Is he my replacement?
Can we pretend nothing has happened?
Nothing has changed,
I'm void aren't I?
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SOP
PSimissU
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