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tom waits Junior Member
since 2003-07-20
Posts 18 |
Last man standing I’m dead You’re dead Were dead again For the sins you’ve scorned my friend, I’m dead You’re dead We’re all so dead Once more again We’re dead. We ride We try We loose our pride For time is never to be on our side. We sin again We loose this bet But no one ever wins my friend No one ever wins again The last man standing is me. I’m dead You’re dead We’re all dead To live is but a dream We fight for safety Loosing saves me I have a grace yet unseen I have a grace yet to be. For if we loose this one last war We might be somber, Therefore We live inside Our own lies What we consider once a life What we consider so right The last man standing is me, I was the man you wanted to be Isn’t it odd, that you chose me? Yes the last man standing is me… [This message has been edited by tom waits (07-31-2003 11:31 PM).] |
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Cecil New Member
since 2003-07-31
Posts 3 |
An interesting writing, great images. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Nothing like a battle to the death where everyone dies. Nice write. a trickle of music from a well |
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tom waits Junior Member
since 2003-07-20
Posts 18 |
haha |
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