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[aid] => mick
[title] => Dead man, cheap room ushering a prayer
[time] => 2013-07-03 18:32:35
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[bodytext] => It'll kill me baby ,
maybe the mornings black,
or covered in thundering rain,
It hurts sometimes ,
as i wake up again .
If the drink wouldnt do It
and i shouldnt of blew it away,
i couldn't solve it anyhow,
don't ask me ,
where i am going.
nevermind it for now ,
the whole night's dead ahead ,
and you can dream, and carve a new face on the old ,
make a cover up on fate,
but its the waiting,
without understanding,
queing outside a butcher shop
everyday.
It's ok baby ,
don't wake up and start crying ,
throw the sheets down ,
and cry for help,
it isnt coming,
oh its all to late ,
so unspoken ,
im happy knowing you'll find me in the morning
draw the shade ,
and see it like a bad movie.
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