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my thoughts exactly...

not that you care

Created on 2004-06-15 19:23:55 (#3497046), last updated 2004-11-17

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Name:	deadxsunset
Location:	san jose, United States
Website:	myspace baby!!!

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Meeeee!

that's me up there. what is there to say about me? i'm awesome!!! haha, not to toot my own horn or anything....

bye bye beautiful,
don't bother to write,
disturbed by your words,
and they're calling all cars,
face step, let down,
face step, step down
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my girl, my girl
don't lie to me
tell me where did you sleep last night?
in the pines, in the pines
where the sun don't ever shine
i would shiver the whole night thru
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Annie's 12 years old
In two more she'll be a whore,
Nobody ever told her
It's the wrong way.
Don't be afraid with the quickness you'll get laid
For your family get paid
It's the wrong way.

I gave her all that I had to give,
I'm gonna make it hard to live.
Salty tears running down her chin
And it ruins up her make up
I never wanted

A cigarette,
Pressed between her lips
While I'm staring at her tits,
It's the wrong way.

Strong if I can,
But I am only a man,
So I take her to the can,
It's the wrong way.

The only family that she's ever had
Is her 7 horny brothers
And her drunk-ass dad.
He needed money
So he put her on the street,
Everything was going fine until the day that she met me.

Annie are you sad?
Wanna shoot your dad
I'll do anything I can
The wrong way.

We talked all night and
Tried to make it right,
Believe me shit was tight,
It was the wrong way.

Don't run away if you wanna stay,
Cause I ain't here to make ya', oh no
It's up to you what you really wanna do
Spend some time in America, dub-style

She'll give you all that she got to give,
But I'm gonna make it hard to live.
Big salty tears rolling down to her chin
And it smears up her makeup
I never wanted

So we ran away
And I'm sorry when I say
That straight to this very day
It was the wrong way.

She took a hike,
Don't matter if I like it or not
Because she only wants
The wrong way.

I gave her all that I had to give,
But she still wouln't take it, oh no.
Her two brown eyes are leaking like a sieve,
And it still ruins her makeup
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early in the mornin', risin' to the street, light me up that cigarette and i strap shoes on my feet. got to find a reason, reason things went wrong. got to find the reason why my money's all gone. i got a dalmation and i can still get high. i can play the guitar like a mother fucking riot.
life is (too short) so love the one you got cause you might get run over or you might get shot. never start no static i just get it off my (chest). never had to battle with no bulletproof (vest). take a small example, take a tip from me.. take all of your money and give it up to charity. lovin's what i got, it's within my reach (and the sublime style is still straight from long beach) it all comes back to you you're bound to get what you deserve. try and test that, you're bound to get served. love's what i got, don't start a riot, you feel it when the dance gets hot.

lovin', is what i got, i said remember that.
lovin', is what i got, and remember that.
lovin', is what i got, i said remember that.
lovin', is what i got, i got, i got

why i don't cry when my dog runs away. i don't get angry at the bills i have to pay. i don't get angry when my mom smokes pot, hits that bottle and goes right to the rock. fuckin and fighting, it's all the same. to live with louie dog's the only way to stay sane. let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to me
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I strayed intot he kitchen that's where we kept the knives that could slice through the tense air from clenched fists
I wasn't partial to pain but I fled home everyday staring at the veins through my skin on my wrist
and in the mornning when my throat burned like cuts and scrapes and salty dry eyes refused to wake
The only warmth were cold hands of a mother she'd say "it'll be okay"

I'd be nothing but a dead cliche
a dead cliche
a dead cliche
with nothing to say
cause farewell notes are so passe

So shoot me in a gallery we'll call it art you can critique the blood stain on the floor
why let my death go to waste id I'm dying anyway I might as well have something to die for
cause I'm breathin in dead air I'm tuggin at dead skin I know the only road I walk is a dead end
and the papers would agree its the only fame I'll see cause all the greatest artists are insane or dead

I'd be no more than a dead cliche
a dead cliche
a dead cliche
with nothing to say
cause farewell notes are so passe

I made a heart out of tape and wire I painted it the color of crying eyes
I wore it on my sleeve for the volumes to see I screamed:
you're born you learn you work and decay

I'd be no more than a dead cliche
a dead cliche
a dead cliche
with nothing to say
cause farewell notes are so passe

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