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John B Member
since 2002-07-02
Posts 68Texas, USA 
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Lows, lows Low. Two hundred fourteen ways to say I love you Never enough ways to say hold on Six hundred six or two hundred twelve in pi But never enough ways to say goodbye Why can’t I offer you awesome? Why can’t I get tricky or troublesome? Why is there always one hundred and one ways to forget you? But one hundred and two to name this line… Can’t I never fix this…why cannot we believe us? Why are not we receiving this? Six hundred six or two hundred twelve in pi Aren’t you happy as I? Tell me I loved you then we say try… Always in hope for your answers to life The Answer to life… Well don’t say goodbye… don’t say goodbye. Quiet riot, quiet riot, quiet and alive… Lines, lines line, pity me with lines. Fight, fight and fight. Until you martyr it with cries… Until you march it all in stride… I’ve came before and I’ve been left behind… See this in the same cage as I, watching from the road Itching me off while I’m dropping you a line… Lines, lines, Line. Pity me with line. Aren’t you as happy with the ways I’ve said I love you? No it’s never enough ways to say hold on… No it’s severed all your bridges but we will still travel one. Crying and not lying, laughter in disguise... And until you martyr it with cries… Will you march it all astride. High, highs, High. |
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KoKo Senior Member
since 2003-02-15
Posts 995Inside the shadow's shadow |
Wow. Liked this alot |
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