| Good morning heartache
you're like an old friend
come and see me again
Look up you're in Cleveland again
a solid line that never ends
I've got stories that you'll never believe
and I know it I wear it I wear it on my sleeve
There must be somethin' about you that I liked
but right here in the rain you know it just don't seem right
I always go out I never hide
but in Cleveland I should have stayed inside
Testify my love for you
and I know it runs deep through your body too
from the cold blacktop to the hot concrete
the old tan van it ain't so sweet
Somewhere in America in the city at night
we were far from home but you know it was gonna be alright
The unfortunate get prayed on by vultures eyes
86 cents in these pockets of mine
You can take my money, you can take my time
But you can't take my heart, it's in the city behind
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| I have to make a choice ...what to do, fuck my grades |
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| I have returned from "France". It was a blast killed lots of ppl well not really killed but you no, i have tons of work i have to do and i am getting hard core yelled at since my grades r terrible i have to give up alot of my social things like alot of frat stuff and what not but oh well i need to work. later |
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| Well its thrusday and im done with school for the week to go to a wwii reenactment which is going to be amazing. Its a 5 hour drive but oh well its totaly worth it, very excited. BUt yeah so this is ogng to be a nother relaxing weekend in the woods with my best friends, smoking cigars and talking about life. well im out cya |
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| - 1 Trillion Dollars What a good night to spend in HELL
Good Lucky Boys. |
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