| Another open letter to dying boy splashed across the page; |
| «Helter skelter creeping crying boy since 1993».
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| Yet I’m still alive, I’m not a joke, so fuck these pills (it keeps me real)
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| until the paranoia strikes; |
| now I’m living again.
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| The only cure is love, but you will do.
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| There’s nothing more I got so goodbye beautiful…
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| It’s the end of the world and we’re dancing like we drank too much and I
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| haven’t lived in quite some time.
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| And I believe in open coffins drinking cheap champagne with you always…
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| I never ever meant to hurt you.
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| I’ve seen some better days.
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| I’m pressed and dressed to look like a normal fuck, yea I’ve fooled them all
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| again.
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| I not alive, I’m not a ghost, just barely real (barely real) So take a chance
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| and watch what happens again.
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| The only cure is love, but you will do.
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| There’s nothing more I got so goodbye beautiful…
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| It’s the end of the world and we’re dancing like we drank too much and I
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| haven’t lived in quite some time.
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| And I believe in open coffins drinking cheap champagne with you always…
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| You and I are a beautiful design; |
| a disaster lost in time that keeps on living.
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| And all I need is you, is you.
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| So wipe away the tears my love and pack your bags and watch this world explode.
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| Layed in mud the two of us together, the coward-ness of man, ten bullets to the
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| head.
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| So I said «I never meant to hurt you.» |
| In the final breath she said «Hello beautiful».
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| It’s the end of the world and we’re dancing like we drank too much and I
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| haven’t lived in quite some time.
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| And I believe in open coffins drinking cheap champagne with you always…
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| It’s the end of the world and we’re dancing like we drank too much and I
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| haven’t lived in quite some time.
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| And I believe in open coffins drinking cheap champagne with you always… |