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- Crooked Crown
If I could find a cure for your disease,
I'd keep it to myself and oversleep.
And I would brush it slowly through your hair.
Don't despair,
And I could sell your manuscript away.
Shatter to the lowest bid today
Or toss it down the stairs into your yard, to discard.
- Jaded
This highway divides one more day,
They said it's suicide for me to run away,
How long will I survive,
I think to myself,
How far will this go,
Only they know,
One more day from suicide,
I don't buy this shit,