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It Won't Snow Where You're Going!
by Jersey D GibsonLifetime of spent and spun-out,
nothing left but an empty shell.
You've got nothing to live for,
and you've got nothing to love.
Sold us all out for nickles and dimes,
greed was the name, addiction the game.
Can't you see the veins collapse in your arm,
or is your futile search for fun so much?
Snowblinded and powdered nosed,
how long will it be before you're alone.
Junkies friends you don't trust,
and the rest of us don't trust you, either.
10/11/2004 Posted on 10/11/2004
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