the cost (brad), by broken&bruised_only.used
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one drunken night could change it all
the differance between our rise and fall
with alcohol and the thoought in our heads that right and
wrong does not apply
we did what we did then felt the need to lie
did you reallie mean anything you said
i held your hand as we started talking
we walked down this path together
not knowing where it led.
now we're here
and friendships are lost
was one drunken night worth it
the price was so high
and now we've paid the cost.
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Posted: 2008-07-19 14:53:52 UTC |
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