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I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home.

Breathing in dirt
And eating worms
Until gods wrath restrains.

  Choking on rot
  Engulfing my lungs
  Asbestos is filling me

What have I done to myself.
  I deserve everything
All this will never fade
  I brought this upon me

How many ways can you say,
I'm sorry.

A price with no pay
A night with no day
A step in the wrong direction

And I take
  As i wait for you
Another breath
  More dirt covers me
And seethe
  Over my collapsing heart

What have I done to myself.
  I deserve everything
All this will never fade
  I brought this upon me

How many ways can you say,
I'm sorry.

How many ways can I say,
I'm sorry.

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I will leave you hanging on this one.

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  • amaranthine lover gold member
    May 1, 2008
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    I really like this one, it's fairly interesting.