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06-29-2007, 11:08 PM
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Depends on how the whores are over there. Show me proof they are good and I will be there.
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06-29-2007, 11:09 PM
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06-29-2007, 11:12 PM
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Show us what ya got playa!
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06-30-2007, 12:07 AM
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All right, all right . . . yeah I'm coming. I just booked my ticket.
I'm coming in on Lufthansa #172 from Frankfurt. Lands at 845am. Pick me up at the airport. After a quick nap we can go roll out looking for hood rats and maybe I can knock one up just like you did.  |
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06-30-2007, 12:26 AM
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The Metro Lyrics
I'm alone sitting with my empty glass my four walls follow me through my past I was on a Paris train I emerged in London rain and you were waiting there swimming through apologies I remember searching for the perfect words I was hoping you might change your mind I remember a soldier sleeping next to me riding on the Metro You wore white smiling as you took my hand so removed we spoke of wintertime in France minutes passed with shallow words years have passed and still the hurt I can see you now smiling as I pulled away I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand "I'll love you always" filled my eyes I remember a night we walked along the Seine riding on the Metro I remember a feeling coming over me the soldier turned, then looked away I remember hating you for loving me riding on the Metro I'm alone sitting with my BROKEN glass my four walls follow me through my past I was on a Paris train I emerged in London rain and you were waiting there swimming through apologies(sorry) I remember searching for the perfect words I was hoping you might change your mind I remember a soldier sleeping next to me riding on the Metro |
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06-30-2007, 01:15 AM
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oooookaaaay.
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