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My Dreams
The lights.
The camera.
The action.
The bond of brothers performing as one.
The fame.
The babes.
The pictures.
The family that's formed listening to Twisted Sisters.
The sound.
The pound.
Turn me around.
Looking at the faces of the loyal crowd.
The clothes.
The money.
The drugs.
My God, it doesn't matter if you're ugly fucks!
My dream.
My hopes.
That's all.
A joke.
No way.
To say.
I guess I won't be a rockstar today!
The camera.
The action.
The bond of brothers performing as one.
The fame.
The babes.
The pictures.
The family that's formed listening to Twisted Sisters.
The sound.
The pound.
Turn me around.
Looking at the faces of the loyal crowd.
The clothes.
The money.
The drugs.
My God, it doesn't matter if you're ugly fucks!
My dream.
My hopes.
That's all.
A joke.
No way.
To say.
I guess I won't be a rockstar today!
Published 8th Aug 2014
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