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Date Posted: 19:23:55 12/27/11 Tue
Author: Vice Verser
Subject: Something Wrong

I always find something wrong, I don't want to be accused
of the crime I didn't commit, at least not this time
a rhyme remembered that brought me peace of mind
kidding around with the idea of deep contemplation
The sky is red, the Sun is pink and it exploded
Open-minds and open-hearts moved on to lighter subjects
Heavier objects of affection wearing down our flesh
I sinned against myself, I'll die 1,000 little deaths
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Looking at the ladies in the film snort a line of poetry
High on the rhythm of the night, I fell asleep
in the desert with a lonely heart and empty canvas
waking up to the familiar feeling of panic
I'm inconsiderate, I want to get my thrills and yours
some people read books while others read minds
find your own philosophy because I need mine
search for the truth just to deny it 3x
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We don't wait until the 1st of the month
to cash in on our regrets or broken dreams
addiction is a bitch that I've learned to control
It's simple really, I sold her, her own soul
my friends say, "Boy, leave her alone!"
I love her so I tell them to watch their tone
I'm being consumed by a black-hole in high-heels
Illusions are cruel for feeling so real.

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