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Jul 04, 2006 03:11

Someone handed me a cigarette:
They offered me my last request.
I asked my mortal soul be blessed,
By someone close to me.
He came to me with trembling hands,
He swore he'd never understand,
I said: "It's just what life had planned;
"It's destiny."

"Don't waste your tears on me tonight.
"We were born and raised in black and white.
"I chose the dark, you chased the light.
"We were born and raised in black and white.
"We were born and raised in black and white."
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