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[aid] => mick
[title] => Slayer
[time] => 2009-11-24 15:11:42
[hometext] => Confession of the murderer...
[bodytext] => I just remember that I was little bit too much And this guy's given me a lift to my home And now his dead body lies on the floor With an inlet from the bullet in the heart I remember we were getting groove on all nite long And the way he was trying to hook me up Pouring me with a glass of tequila on and on But I don’t remember how I shot him dead. Wouldn’t somebody tell me What's happened here? What's this gun doing in my hand And why its barrel’s still smoking? Cos I can’t recall how I became a slayer. I remember that he wanted more, Something that I couldn’t give to him That’s why I told him to leave me alone So tell me how he could become a victim? I don’t remember how I grabbed the gun, And I don’t remember me to shoot him dead, But I can never forget his last shriek And the way he fell as if shot, oh mr. officer. Wouldn’t somebody tell me What's happened here? What's this gun doing in my hand And why its barrel’s still smoking? Cos I can’t recall how I became a slayer. I don’t remember what's happened yesterday I can’t recall how I became a slayer But I never meant to take his life away But this already cannot heal his damaged heart. Wouldn’t somebody tell me What's happened here? What's this gun doing in my hand And why its barrel’s still smoking? Cos I can’t recall how I became a slayer. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 128 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Alexa_Bachtel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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