war storiestheres alot of space to fill, on the frail paper will, im not sure what will happen, but il always shoot to kill,war stories
cause my brothers in the valley, full of death and disease, are preying on the devil, thats dancing over seas,
im higher then iv ever been, i fear i might just get in, to you, &nbs
smoke weedI used to smoke weed and get so high, So high that I thought I would die, But it never happened, So I cleaned up and ran away, The military gave me a new place to stay, Im not quite sure how it happened, Im not even sure if I had a good reason why, Cause all I want to do all day is cry, But I keep hopen if I pretend, Maybe some day il be high again,,,smoke weed
perspectiveits might jsut be the beer, that gets me here, it might just be the beer, that helps dull the pain and fearperspective
and when all the emotions are gone, i find iv fallowed them for to long, and its on my own cord i chose to write this song, with many notes of sower days, bitter words and a pointless phrase i get my self to move on in the hashest of ways,
when u can hear your heart race, and all you think is kill when you count your every pace, when your realy standing still, when every thingabout you seems all wrong, youl finaly understand the
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"As vrea sa pot sa scriu tot ce-am in minte...trairi de zeci de ani in trei cuvinte..."A.P.
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id rather die tomarrow doing some thing i love then live for ever in fear
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id rather die tomarrow doing some thing i love then live for ever in fear
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Say What?
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id rather die tomarrow doing some thing i love then live for ever in fear
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id rather die tomarrow doing some thing i love then live for ever in fear
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