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Last Chance My ***
Contributed by
gimpie
on
Tuesday, 1st March 2005 @ 07:20:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
Event
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Allergic to the smoke,
It helps me make it through,
But helps me very little
With smoke put forth from you....
You claim to want life clean,
You claim to care for me,
But lies are piling up
And very soon you'll see....
The crap you do is wrong,
You're living on a rail,
I won't be there to help you
When you wind up back in jail....
They planted that stuff on you?
Say it till you believe,
But I won't hear a word
Cause from it you just won't leave....
So do whatever you wish,
Claim as you want to claim,
When **** goes through the roof
I won't hold any blaim.
Copyright ©
gimpie
... [
2005-03-01 19:20:06] (Date/Time posted on
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