we're gonna die like this you know...miserable and old
yeah...so life. lovely, wonderful life that makes no fucking sense at all. everytime i think i've got something figured out, which is not all that often, because i'm usually obsessing over one unanswerable question, something happens that makes me doubt it. hell, this is why i have trust issues. and really, i don't see the point in anything anymore
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you could be all mine
we'd go on forever
til the end of time
you could be my best friend
stay up all night long
you could be my railroad
we'd go on and on
lets get along, there's nothing here to do
lets go find a rainbow
i could be wrong but what am i to do?
guess god thinks i'm abel
no one can break us
no one could take us
if we try
come on home, let's make it tonight
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