� said � 2003-09-26 � 8:35 a.m. �

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What can I say but... I am drawn... of coal and ice... of sweat and bitterness...

What can i say but I don't understand, I just fake it well.

I hate that you live this... and yes, live this without me...

I was willing to let you have it all... and you chose to burry me...

Looks good, on you Baby... I am glad it's you digging and not me.

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