Tomorrow isn't a Promisethe fear infiltrating this mind of mine sears as I sit, stuck;Tomorrow isn't a Promise
half-sippin' on a beer, half wishin' you were here as I clearly stand inside of an unenviable position-
bound to be misunderstood if miscreants misinterpret my mission.
I'm just missing you like tomorrow isn't a promise-
I've swallowed the solace I found in Sorrow's finely-polished closet-sized keepsake box,
and while this feat makes shots taste as lovely as those lips upon your face,
they're still chased with a notion I'
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Good morning, Vietnam!
*Rus-Club
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Keep her country!
Peeeeeep!
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Goddamn it! Where the hell are my pants?
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