Oct 04, 2005 00:45
It's not as though you can go to heaven at night.
It's not as though you can go in the daylight.
It's not as though anything will be all right, "all right."
So why do you stay alive when you're left to die?
South of the South Dakota border.
The moon is hunting you, and I'm hunting you too.
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