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Wednesday, August 06, 2003
Zort from URL @ 2:52 PM There once was a time when there once was this guy, That would still make you smile, if he hadnt have lied. And for every nano second that he was your friend, He wished he was more like your love till the end. And his shatterd aorta remains in pieces.(x2) No room for that boy. No room for the man in the mask. No room for the bandit. No room for the past's old guy X. And now theres another,Old-Guy's more like a brother, All he can do, is sit close by and smother. It's like he dropped a vase that held in his soul, Now his window is closed and his heart is all cold. And his shatterd aorta remains in pieces.(x2) No room for that boy. No room for the man in the mask. No room for the bandit. No room for the past's old guy X. You would think that it's right, for my eyes to clamp tight, Around on my eyeballs and forever see night. Nights where the burglar feels he has his most sight. And that would be a lie more painfull than right. And his shatterd aorta remains in pieces.(x2) No room for that boy. No room for the man in the mask. No room for the bandit. No room for the past's old guy X. Copyright 2003 Independant Ironmen
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