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When all hope is lost we must cary on our future and let all pass us. In time your true enemys will be shown and loved ones will be drawn closer to you, while the rest its forgotten, for they where not worth the trouble.
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| I wrote this song for a girl. She hated it. |
CD: Track 54
Label: Dog Excrement Productions
Credits: Another Wasted Saturday |
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| It was a poem, then a song. My teacher sent me to get help |
CD: Track 54
Label: Dog Excriment Productions
Credits: spud, sahm |
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| Ripped my fucking heart out. |
CD: Track 54
Label: Dog Excrement Productions
Credits: Another Wasted Saturday |
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Another Wasted Saturday
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