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Thursday, October 22, 2009

There's 52 ways to murder anyone.

One and two are the same, and they both work as well.

I'm coming clean for Amy.

Julie doesn't scream as well, and the cops won't listen all night.

So maybe, I'll be over.

Just as soon as I fill them all in and I can remember when I saw her last.

We were running all around and having a blast.

But the back seat of the drive-in is so lonely without you.

I know when your home, I was thinking about you.

There was something I forgot to say, I was crying on saturday night.

I was out cruising without you, they were playing our song.

Crying on saturday night.

As the moon becomes the night time.

You go viciously, quietly, away.

I'm sitting in the bedroom, where we used to sit and smoke cigarettes.

Now I'm watching, watching you die…

I can remember when I saw her last.

We were running all around and having a blast.

But the back seat of the drive-in is so lonely without you.

I know when your home, I was thinking about you.

There was something I forgot to say, I was crying on Saturday night.

I was out cruising without you, they were playing our song.

Crying on Saturday night.

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