Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Trips & Falls

We ran away to the moon
Shot a coon when I got the Blues
then we came back around noon
So, I followed you to the sun
Had some fun, like no other one
All at the cost of a gun
But I didnt have a clue
that you didnt like me the way I do you
Didn't know this trip had rules
So my heart calls me a fool
Now my pillow is filled with tears and drool
Thats when I grabbed the gun from the wall
Saw your call, Shot around
thats when neighbors heard a fall

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