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 Sep 04, 2011, 04:32 AM
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Overlord  Group: Basic Member Posts: 319 Joined: May 17, 2003 From: Los Angeles, CA Member No.: 71  |
Dark hearts, playing in the dark parts
Laying in the park, decaying Wasting all their smarts Displaying trends in shopping carts, now... Once I was the king of them They'd kneel and kiss the ring and then They'd wear all the same things The things I'm begging of them now My aspirations for the city Met the bitter end of pretty Now I'm cold, in need of pity The past was bright, the alley's gritty If you can find it in your heart to spare a dime I'd find a way to pass the time Or, rather, sit and watch the future Leaving me behind. |
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