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Broken Bottles


Bring me a bottle and another smoke, Cuz lets be honest my lifes a joke. I still think about you every now and again, Even though sometimes i pretend, that i dont care. My friends all suck, but what do i care, all i ever get is an awkward stare. Cant figure out just what to do, i'm so lost without you, in my life. I need a life raft cuz im startin to sink, All these pain killers make it hard to think. Livin in the suburbs aint quite what it seems. All i feel is dead memories and broken dreams
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