Weeds, the apple of my irony
in time you open up your wounds
so you've got something to cauterize weeds
I'm growing lines around my eyes
they're called smile lines
is that how I got mine?
We can grow out of our shoes
there's no time so there's no time
to lose on this fireball
we're riding on we're firing on
Weeds, so many bars and resting haunts
so many here so many gone
If walls could talk they'd say we can grow out of our shoes there's no time
so there's no time to lose on this fireball we're riding on


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    General CommentWeeds, the apple of my irony
    in time you open up your wounds
    so you've got something to cauterize weeds,
    I'm growing lines around my eyes
    they're called smile lines
    is that how I got mine?
    We can grow out of our shoes
    there's no time so there's no time
    to lose on this fireball
    we're riding on we're firing on.
    Weeds, so many bars and resting haunts
    so many here so many gone.
    If walls could talk they'd say we can grow out of our shoes there's no time
    so there's no time to lose on this fireball we're riding on.
    Marinerson July 02, 2011   Link

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