We are one
We're all the same.
The preacher preached
we share the blame.
Love your brother
in God we're one
Then he rapes the child that no-one saw...
Hold me, Love me,
I think it's numb I feel.
Hold me, Love me,
I don't know what is real.
I had a dream
Late last night.
About a prostitute
Dressed all in white.
Thick as fog
A smokey effect
As he wrapped the chains around her neck...
Hold me, Love me,
I think it's numb I feel.
Hold me, Love me,
I don't know what is real.
You see him on the streets alone.
Who's that kid who's not at home?
You roll his sleeves
See the burns
Was it Mom or Dad?
There's no return...
Hold me, Love me...
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fenderchick
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Apr 8 @ 2:02PM
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Tunes4u
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Apr 8 @ 2:13PM
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Nice....scary too....
Is it a song yet?
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Tunes
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BandTMom
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Apr 8 @ 2:19PM
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Awesome!!!
I could almost hear the music it should be set to.
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wandaful123
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Apr 8 @ 2:41PM
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Yes my fiend... tis song...
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Tunes4u
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Apr 8 @ 4:47PM
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Well...I showed you mine.....you show me yours ok? 
I'm waiting semi patiently.....tap tap tap.... 
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AngelLight
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Apr 8 @ 5:05PM
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What can I say?
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fenderchick
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Apr 8 @ 8:02PM
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I had to come back and read this again, really good.
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madamegeek
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Apr 8 @ 8:07PM
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It is frightening to guess at the things that are done in the name of loving.
I can't help but wonder at the different depths these lines of yours have plumbed today and what they have brought to our surfaces.
Just grand, maid!
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luvshorses644
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Apr 8 @ 8:07PM
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Wandaful...
Your name fits this song... wandaful (sheessshhhh, am I a cornball or what???)
Totally, freakin' wonderful.... deep, dark and truthful of today's day and age.
Love it.. first green thingy today!!!
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