welcome to january, by opalescent.
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stitches like a rag doll
on my masochistic hand
the ball drops like blood drops
towards solid land
count down and hold on
the pain will not last long
it will all be over in
5 4, 3 2 1
i guess i didnt know
the strength of my own blade
thats why im sewing painful stitches
on january's first day
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| Posted: 2006-01-01 21:50:12 UTC |
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