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Maybe this Christmas will find us at last in heaven at peace grateful at least for the love we’ve been shown in the past. So young and naïve of me. Here we are now. When I’ve thrown off the weight this crazy stone, when I’ve lost all care for the things I own, that’s when I’ll miss you, you who are my own. It always will until the end. How low, how low? I still think about you, ask me when I’ll stop. Breaking hearts with four lettered words is only proper to help get over you. But you didn’t. You parted with a smile. Have you seen my girl? I think she’s mad at me. Maybe because I made her cry. She only likes me when I’m high. Man that kid made fucking up look cool. A long time ago, we used to be friends. I was an asshole and I paid the price. But at least I broke the ice. There are worse things I could do. It’s the heart that matters. It’s the heart that matters more. I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin. My clothes are worn and gritty, cause I know ugliness. Those days when spokes wound baseball cards tear hear them roar and faster still those boards which let fly souls. Honeysuckle walk right afternoon time dies. Wish for sometime soon. I’ll work it out. Forever turns out just the same as two months that rages on then after. Do you ever dream of candy coated raindrops?