High Noon Moon Testo

open woundss to constantly lickinfinately sore
last time I saw my girl she was headed out my door
so tired, i'd rather be asleep
in bed resting at home
but what am i suppose to think with no place to call my own
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all the minutes of the day
a dark cloud covering me
high noon moon
the only light i'll ever see
walkin papers, laid off from work
illumination so far away
losing friends at the bar
more each day this life is killing me
thinkin bout blastin town
time to get the fuck out of dodge
vamousse outta here
work my balls for another lodge
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