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|dabestyougot69 (profile) wrote, |
on 1-19-2010 at 8:20am
|Current mood: cold
Music: the Test-A Classic Crime
|This song makes me think...
"All I can think of is how much I'd kill to be sleeping.
I'm squinting my eyes, my mind's drifting to secrets I'm keeping.
And the long-hauling trucks are all parked in their stops, just like...
luminous ghosts of something that once was.
The riggs look to empty when framed by their lies.
And that's what I'm feeling...
So here's to the promise of glamorous living.
You must drink up now cuz that's all that you're getting, If you
Haven't been tested, you certainly will.
And I promise, it's going to kill."
I wrote a long drawn out journal entry, but woohu messed it up.
I'll write one later.
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