I'm thinking of moving.
got a long line of heartache, I carry it well
Into a house.
the list of lives I've broken reach from here to hell
Address 1408.
they just gave me the number when I was young
How deliciously disturbing.
I pray you don't look at me, I pray I don't look back
Wish me luck?
31 January 2008
when the ink starts to itch then the black will turn to red
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I had to look up the lyrics you spliced in there. Why am I not surprised to find it was Johnny Cash?
Oh, you are my paidiothen. So alike we are.
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