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shanerTuesday, January 04, 2005. There I go , thinking of you again. You don't know how sick you make me. You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach,. Every time I think of you, I puke. I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem. But off of the dome would probably be a little more, more suitable, for this type of song. I got a million reasons off the the top off my head that I can think of. Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put some ink to. So **** I'm gonna start right here. How much of a w...
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