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Monday, March 2, 2009

Life goes by so fast,

you only want to do what is right.

Close your eyes and then its's past.

School seemed like such a blur.

I didn't have such interest.

In class I dreamed all day,

about Rock n Roll weekend.

I went down my old neighbourhood,

the faces have all changed,

theres' no one left to talk to.

And the pool hall I loved as a kid now is a 7eleven.

Good time comes and good time goes,

I only wish the good times we had

and why they had to end.

I wish it would last a little longer.

I sat on the edge of my bed ,

I strum my guitar and sang an outlaw love song....

Hope good times willl always last.

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