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Jun 24, 2005 01:28

Full frontal blow to the stomach
is the way I describe you my love,

We never meant to fall this hard
We never could anticipate this day

I came crawling home
from a craft, so bloodied and hurt inside.
I never want to say another word.
You're killing me with your stare.

You're rockin' my ship,
and fucking my mind,
and fighting with all your might.

Don't forget this day
we all could be the same
born and worn, then torned.

You got to leave me alone
I'm a dead rat,
you're a fucking cat
born and worn, then torned.

I split my mind in two
just to satify you,
rolling those lies from your tounge,
I ate them and stayed so young
when will you let me go?

born and worn, then torned
it hurts so much
and I cannot stop,
it's your fucking touch.
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