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Just practising
aesop assassin eyedea verbal spoken
im lost cause im my own lifes tour guide.
Being awkward towards people you like and saying stupid things, then hating yourself for saying them... is an everyday thing. you aren't ugly, you're just insecure... but that's okay, a lot of us are.
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Hip-Hop • Spoken Word
Peak in subgenre #1,086
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November 27, 2005
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MP3 0.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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A born loser who doesnt have the heart to win If he didnt love the taste of defeat he'd be starving He happily scrapes the leftovers off destinys plate Swallowing his pride with a mug of watered down faith My hearts fire is frozen in an introspective iceage Living in my past I stray through neglected timeframes My lifes picture hangs crookedly upon a rusty nail I love winning but out of desperation I lust to fail Mastered braile cause my emotions are second hand Surrounded myself with the mad when I split the land I radiate hope when my guardian angel is close Her cold shoulder left my living hell painted with snow The sun rose late this evening, hungover from moonshine At dusk, she illumates the darkness the sun is consumed by Today I'll mimic yesterday and deceipher what I missed But that blonde girl still catches my eye whenever she blinks
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