One Dead Three Wounded My Life as a Typo Letras:
If we're still breathing when this river invades
our lungs, I'll save a bullet for you. Our
insecurities lay naked on a bed ripe for a
bashing. This is my burden and my crippled legs,
can't run away from this. In this suit and tie, I
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hang myself from this nylon noose with polyester
pride. Bleed me dry; for I am a dollar sign. (And
growing old is dying slow) My Green eyes in the
limelight. (And growing old is dying slow.) Not
every cowboy rides on into the sun. Some of them
stay home and die young. So....Leave me, my love,
as the dead leaves fade into dirt. Leave me, my
love, for I am not worth fightin
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