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Pop Ya bloodclot Sherlock all over the mega bus taking a halfway stop to the pub toilets to toy around with tom boy Barbie, walk about the
by LeanneBridgewater
24 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 6 3:18 PM. In rap, beat, thought, drunk, booze, weird, fun, boy, jamie t
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There I sit in my supposed "good time",
everything was going fine.
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by Sir Love Coffin
72 lines,
on Jun 21 12:42 PM. In Lyrics, The Killers, Adult, Love, Pain, Marijuana, Alcohol, High, Drunk, Thoughts
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by Sir Love Coffin
49 lines,
on Jun 21 9:36 AM. In Lyrics, Adult, Marilyn Manson, Dark, Marijuana, Alcohol, High, Drunk, Thoughts, Goth
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by Sir Love Coffin
32 lines,
on Jun 21 8:54 AM. In Lyrics, Adult, Dark, Marilyn Manson, Alcohol, Marijuana, Crunked, Drunk, High, Metal
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by Sir Love Coffin
126 lines,
on Jun 7 2:10 AM. In Lyrics, Darkness, Dark, Adult, Hell, The Devil, Marijuana, High, Alcohol, Drunk
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by Sir Love Coffin
67 lines,
on Jun 6 10:24 PM. In Lyrics, Dark, Adult, Alcohol, Drunk, Heavy Metal, Goth, Blues Rock, Abuse, Pain
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by Sir Love Coffin
118 lines,
on Jun 6 9:49 PM. In Lyrics, Dark, Adult, Weather, Storms, Hurricanes, Floods, Drunk, Alcohol, Heavy Metal
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Whatever way I look
Is counted as sin
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As I light another one up too ease the pain of missing him
I gaze through the smoke, and the music begins to fade away.
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by Sir Love Coffin
35 lines,
on May 15 12:57 AM. In Lyrics, Adult, Pain, Personal, Dark, Goth, Heavy Metal, Marijuana, Drunk, Melissa & I
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what ur feeling lime when u drunk
by jenn swenson
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The world is spinning
Let me out
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He Got Drunk At His Worst
Slurrs After Every Curse
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Impaired Images surrounding my thoughts,
the Tastes have consumed my mind,
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by Atrium
22 lines, 2 comments,
on Jan 18 11:57 AM. In Abuse, Adult, Angst, lyrics, Dark, Drunk, Fantasy, Hope, Humor, Life, Love
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It moistened my throat...
and tasted pretty good...
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Watching the hazing smoke rings
Seeing your smiles
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Tequila shots flow through my veins
I feel the buzz as surroundings blur
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with a burn, I don't cry
I curve my straight line
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I crawl back behind the sun, smelling my own breath
there is no crying for empty ears to run from
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Ah, the familiar feeling
Of bubbles tingling up through my body
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