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By repomen79
Some are born losers, some born winners.Between summer and winter, Weather your an expert or beginer, saint or sinner. thinner or fatter, none of it matters, The situation grows sadder as we try to climb ladders, To destinations where theres laughter,Going faster abnd faster with each step, so cold we can see our breath yet we continue til we see death and embrace obliviation, and abandon the life we're living, thinking we'd give anything to be a kid again, or ease the fights tween children and wife cause we be missing them, But don't be silly friends its too late for those things because you said,"fuck fate" and chose dreams, and now your stuck in cold scenes of purgatory,In between damnation and eternal glory, frustration toward those who would murder for me, I love you, but I know you've heard the story, and my earthly flesh isn't worthy of your heavenly spirit, so truth rests in these pettyass lyrics, but you remain deaf til your ready to hear it all thats left is the love and respect we hold so dear it keeps us from the night.Written and produced by Sean S. Patterson(memphis TN.) Written March 15th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 02:40 AM PST, Patric Patterson 20 • 0 • 13
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"Some are born losers, some born winners.Between summer and winter,..."