Every Wednesday, we’d count the papers
We’d have a laugh at the people in their suits
No one seemed to notice how she was different, but I did, and I knew
Yeah, I knew
Oh, I knew
Yeah, I knew
Category: Chapters
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BESTIES Can we talk about automatic satisfaction
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Sittin’ back relaxin’ floored
What’s wrong with kickin it
When you’re bored and lit
Lets smoke some cigarettes
And catch up on the back porch
Fire up another roach
And we don’t need a rest this is just a test -
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Whiskey bottles and brand new cars
There’s too much coke and too much smoke
Look what’s going on inside you
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- All The Years Combine
- They Melt Into A Dream
- A Broken Angel Sings
- From A Guitar
- In The End There’s Just A Song
- Comes Crying Like The Wind
- Through All The Broken Dreams
- And Vanished Years
- Stella Blue
Confessions of an Outlaw Junkie 