i was out in coolidge with my head on a counter
drinking down my chances to ever return
to anyone
no i wasn't faking it
the hurt i felt was real and all that was holy
just slowly disappeared but just appeared
in parking lots
and truck stops
the blinking lights
and all i'm thinking is
how the hell did i get here?
lördag, mars 03, 2007
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heej. jag är lite nyfiken på låten du citerar i ditt senaste inlägg, från den 3e mars. :)
what were the chances av damien jurado
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