Vengeance is mine
Ha I'm full of fucking laughter
You probably can't see it while in this moment
But he said he'll always be with me
He's never been known to lie
I left him
I said I won't be with him
Not even in time
But the sound of his guitar lingers
She
She's known as a liar
Imitating the Devil himself, is what she does
"Get over it...it's your past"
I am over it I respond truthfully
But like she said
It's MY past
Can I at the very least keep that as only mine?
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Erm, I'm reminded of a fairly traditional church that tried to go more modern. A guy would appear with guitar each Sunday, to responses of groans and 'Oh no, not him again'. Or 'I just knew he was gonna turn up again'. I dunno about linger, but they wanted to chuck his guitar out. Probably un-Christian mutterings too, of 'That ******* guitar again, I'll wrap it around his neck'! oohh.
Haha I never heard of that but this one doesn't really have anything to do with religion
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