Last In First Out

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he is singing again and its over
nothing is left but the red leaved clover
the songs a broken
the heart been soaking
salted and dried
hated and died
its all wrong said my skin
and i was too dim
but all in all it felt good
to be let out of this friendly hood
within me rang the song of love
and then i got shot from the one above
tiss tiss what a miss
and now im laying
broken hearted and out of work
shouldnt have even bothered...
getting out of bed today
but thats just me
little shot up and unemployed
pretty good actualy

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