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Destination Dead
Contributed by
lostinlimbo
on
Monday, 12th January 2004 @ 06:26:56 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Here we go again Another bout Another win The smell of burning rubber As the gears shift in Slam them down A swig of bottled sin
A glance to the right He grins at me Then we break sight Pedal to the metal Tonight he's gonna cry When take his woman And poor excuse for a ride
Theres the winning circle up ahead Flip the switch, slam the button And I nitro towards the bread I take him with ease and laugh out Before I slam on the breaks and fill with dread I can't stop, there's a curve! Someone help me! 720 degrees, three flips later.. I'm dead.
Intoxication Supped up creation Exhileration Destination Termination Dead.
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lostinlimbo
... [
2004-01-12 06:26:56] (Date/Time posted on
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