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that's my war face.
Join Date: Nov 2005
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Frances is caught up on looks
Dirty drugs and lazy hooks Living the life through his idols eyes Sensitivity is just a disguise Voices echo and faces blur Hands melt over where his once were All this love to give, but none for himself Love for the art but none for his health Teaching was impossible Failure was probable He fought the odds and how he won but now Frances is staring down the barrel of a gun Frances is hung up on tales How to go out with a bang when you fail how to be remembered, how to grab fame How, in years time, he could stay in the frame Robert had intelligence no school could teach But there was a darkness, that nothing could bleach Heralded now as one of the greats Through stars and shimmers he smiles at his fate Destiny called and he took the chance For he knows, in his life, there was only one romance. He fought the odds and how he won but now Frances is staring down the barrel of a gun Have a guess what this is about. I've bolded the clue to help you out. |
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