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Aug 18, 2005 10:08

Somewhere in this dying day as I plan my great escape
I find it hard to concentrate while you maintain to control
I fold and falter, empty alter, all I gave I pray it makes me whole
I think the brink's around the corner
There's an error in my soul

I can't feel my faith can't recall my crime
I think I sealed my fate along the way I may have lost my mind
I guess we're all damaged in our own way
Alone in our own way
Distant headlights desolate highway

That part always sounds bad ass no matter what

And I am CRAVING A FUCKING BANANA MILKSHAKE DAMNIT
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