By Stephen
Date: 20 March 2001
till the end
two days lost
my day gain
three girl's cost
why they complain
so I say
just out to get a lay
forget this present time
it means nothing fortnight's day
sigh for saddled praise
caught laying on my back
bye cry fickle phase
dawn brittle ghandi fact
loosing you
enlisted in this troupe
bye die fickle phase
ghandi not coming back
no hes not coming back
don't get your hopes lost
because the war will string accross
and nothing you could do
will forgive your sin
so just give up all you have lost
and add it to the bin
add it in the bin...
in verity
inconsistantly
line em up
and sort em down
refuse to agree
but shy to a friend
too late, I'm on lend
don't fret
my sweet pet
i'm in this till the end
my starvation true
my suffering cued
but maybe one more time
out in powdered fields
you,
countless graveyards mood
give up the attitude
so my chained days aside
soar from my eyes again
just don't stop at the door
keep going to bend
this bad card spins bad lore
never to be seen again
in verity
inconsistantly
line em up
and sort em down
refuse to agree
but shy to a friend
too late, I'm on lend
don't fret
my sweet pet
i'm in this till the end
in till the end
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