June 3, 2010
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Life seems nothing short of a dime
Your candles have turned into lighters
Longing to be in a false world you're already in
You've lost your positions as a fighter
Let the drinks pour down your throat
And "fun" come into chaos
You forgot to leave a note
Why has your mind become lost
In a desert with no one around
Strange,the wind here is cold
The spirit's wisper is the only sound
Simply a camek being bold
Life must be that boring to you
Morals have been sunk
Soon-your pays will be do
All because you're drunk

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