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Can you turn my Black roses Red
Monday, October 27, 2008
The only thing worse than growing up, is never quite learning how
Tinker toys,
barbies
and
cute
little
clocks.
Ovens,
and
Hot Wheels
an
d m
y l
it
tl
e p
et
rock.
Dinosaurs, Ty's
and stars that
glowed
in the night
I just want to
go back
to when everything was
right.
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So you're gone, and I'm haunted
Felt just like home; except no grass, no yard, no ...
The only thing worse than growing up, is never qui...
I locked my back to yours, it wasn't hard to find ...
And honey you know me it's all or none
There's a lack of color here
And I'm barely listening to last demands
A stranger with your door key
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