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Can you turn my Black roses Red
Thursday, December 18, 2008
I taught myself how to grow old
Most of the time
I got nothing to say
When I do it's nothing
and nobody's there
to listen anyway.
I know I'm probably better off this way,
I just listen to the tv till I'm tired
my eyes grow heavy and I fade a
w
a
y
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