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Saturday, September 6th, 2003
4:19 am - My Dearest You... ♥
The stars are a cult and they have you all fooled...

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<b>The stars are a cult and they have you all fooled...</b>

<marquee style="filter:center scrolldelay="4" width="100%" direction="UP" scrollamount="2"> Hand in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway
<u>With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets
I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full</u>
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running
But this time, I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold
Until the end, until this blood
Until this, I mean this, I mean this
Until the end of...
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold
But this time, we'll show them
We'll show them all how much we mean
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of every...
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
As lead rains, will pass on through our phantoms
Forever, forever
Like scarecrows that fuel this flame we're burning
Forever, and ever
Know how much I want to show you you're the only one
<u>Like a bed of roses there's a dozen reasons in this gun</u>
And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood
And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down
And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down
I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood
I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever</marquee>

<h3> Comrades Only. Comment. </h3>

Sincerely,
Your darling me &hearts;
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