A piece of you to carry home,
Safe here in my hand,
A piece of you to hold tight,
A piece to think about tonight,
To wonder if it was right,
A piece to remember,
A piece to hold,
A piece for me,
A piece of you.
I want this piece,
With all my heart,
I fight for this piece,
Blind,
For this is not my piece,
It is yours,
It is your say.
Not mine.
I cant help but wonder,
Should I be sorry?
I cant help but ask,
Might I have another piece?














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I can't hold up this facade any longer than a cheap whore can keep her customers happy
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I can't hold up this facade any longer than a cheap whore can keep her customers happy
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i would rather fly with eagles through the snowy hills,
i would rather run with wolves between the trees,
i would rather be with trees than in the middle of noisy streets.
-korpiklaani
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i would rather fly with eagles through the snowy hills,
i would rather run with wolves between the trees,
i would rather be with trees than in the middle of noisy streets.
-korpiklaani
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Because after you've crossed some lines, you just keep crossing them. And there's no escaping from constant escape. Distracting ourselves. Avoiding confrontation. Getting past the moment. Jacking off. Television. Denial.
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I can't hold up this facade any longer than a cheap whore can keep her customers happy
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i would rather fly with eagles through the snowy hills,
i would rather run with wolves between the trees,
i would rather be with trees than in the middle of noisy streets.
-korpiklaani
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Live. Laugh. Die.
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