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Dotcoma — Non-Fiction
Published: 2009-09-02 01:08:22 +0000 UTC; Views: 138; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 6
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He looked at me blankly and said, "Fuck you."I wish I knew who
I wish I could tell you
But they're still hiding their faces in books
Behind LCD computer screens
Do you have payment
The pavement's bursting at the seams
I'm still stepping on cracks
Hoping
How do I revoke a promise
What does that mean
This is for you and nobody
Don't look through cracked windshield
And not expect to get hit
Lighting strikes twice
And so it has forever and eternity
Whoever said otherwise lied
This isn't disputable
Because it comes from the horse's mouth
Rain clouds are cleaning my streets
Cigarette burns the corner of my mouth
And I'm still gurgling Listerine
Probably the worst, it would seem
But it could get harder
Or it could get better
But the first before the latter
Let's make a big scene
Let's shoot a film in big, black letters
We'll call it Something To See
It'll make millions
And we'll go home crying
Because we still haven't forgotten the plot's all too real
Slap on non-fiction and sell it for the hell of it
It doesn't matter anymore
