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As Friends Rust Won

are you sick Of haunting me like this? And I R-U-S-T, rust on your version of the truth I carefully cut out empty space for friends I knew Another suitcase

, and a girl you once called Home. But like all good things, they must end, so just tough it out with your dirty friends. How good were "things" anyway? When the pretense won

about most things, except to think that I will bring (you) happiness and innocence, Instead I promise chaos. But as long as you don't know no better. I won

respectively. I met some friends and went off into the night separated from the Front Porch Boys and met back up with them in the cold, gray light of dawn, as

wheel it up in a session Rudebwoy selecta, yeah, I'ma get'cha I'm nice under pressure, write a quick lecture Sean Paul nothin' but love soon as I met

the past what remains are Nature's things. Quite Shakespearean duals, those between parent and offspring are! As Chronos devours his Son, Gaia to mankind so starts. Metal rusts

. I met some friends and went off into the night separated from the Front Porch Boys and met back up with them in the cold, gray light of dawn, as the

A old rust off magnum mi a got hitch upon mi waist Tell mi if you nuh love how di teflon taste Well I don't need a lawyer cause there won't be a case

better or worse Whatever as always Midlife fires start to burn They burn down our worn protection I won't take pictures from their frame Whatever as