MaddyvanD
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Joined: 11/29/2011 Status: offline
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It might work, it might be fun. You might have a laugh and then be on your way with a smile. But there was a time when I wasn't blue, back before I needed a bottle to see me through. But those days are gone, since I said goodbye, and thinkin' back on it just makes me cry. I left a girl waiting for me down in Mexico, why I left, I'll never know, I won't see her again. So I sit here just tryin' to get high, tryin' not to think, and tryin' not to cry. So here I sit, just cursing my fate, while the winter storms blow in from the Labrador strait. Guess it seemed a good idea at the time. What the hell was I thinkin' when I said goodbye? I left a girl waiting for me down in Mexico, Why I left, I'll never know. I won't see her again. Don't want to get sober, I'd rather die. 'Cause that'll be the day I ask myself why, and when I do that I know that's the day I'll cry... and cry... and cry. It could go either way.
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She smells slightly of flowers, sleeping peacefully here next to me. Her hair all in a tangle, Helen, in the morning, is a sight to see
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