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[30 Oct 2009|06:51pm] ( There's a train leaving town, If you hurry up I think you just might make it. Dammit I hope you make it. Conscience is a faint, unpleasant sound, You've worried enough, but here's your chance so take it. Dammit I hope you take it. A heart attack is sleeping in your chest, waiting until the timing's best So make a move, while you're still breathing. Say so long to innocence, from underneath the evidence. You taste like Heaven, but God knows you're built for sin. There's a lie, for every truth. If you take these pills, I think you just might make it. Dammit I hope you make it. When you were mine, was I for you, just one cheap thrill just to help you make it? Dammit I hope you didn't fake it. Hypocrisy has really aged you well. The white on your nose is your secret to tell, so you should speak, while they're still listening. Say so long to innocence, from underneath the evidence. You taste like Heaven, but God knows your built for sin. You can scream out loud, but your panic falls on deaf ears. This is where you've brought yourself, this is what you've always feared. There's a faceless crowd, with no sympathy. So you can scream out loud, but there's no one listening. Say so long to innocence, from underneath the evidence. You taste like Heaven, but God knows you're built for sin. ) post comment

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