Dirty Old Town
Don't fuck with me, fellas, this ain't my first time at the rodeo.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Cemetry Gates
We go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people, all those lives
Where are they now?
With loves, and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died
It seems so unfair
I want to cry
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