By chance, in our trance
We define our core
Through the songs that belongs
With us forever more
But despite our fight
And victorious walk
Them all that fall
We shall not mock
And that too with tattoos
Will mark this time
When height and sight
Is achieved through rhyme
The heartache we partake
Is just a means
And this sorrow is borrowed
No more than a scene
For sooner than lunar
Will the sun light come
Grip neck, and reflect
Give the guitar a strum
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sorry
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u made tv shows and put out newspapers
u were wicked good at doing stocks
u liked it when emilio would change ur socks
we never hung out and that makes me sad
all the good times we could had
but when i die u better say cheers
cause me and u are hanging at the pearly gates
ill bring the beers......ill bring the beers