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Name:
the_impala_kid
Birthdate:
24 January
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There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole
Its so far from your weapon, the place you were born
There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole
You're so far from your weapon and you wanna go home

I tried to give you whiskey but it never did work
Suddenly you're begging me to do so much work
Right away from the get go the bullet was cursed
Ever since I had you every little thing hurts.

You wanna get up, let go, I said no
You wanna get up, let go
You wanna get up, let go, I said no
You wanna get up, let go

You dream of seeing fire in them hills
But you better wipe that smile from your lips
Which of us will be the one to go
He who hits the roads the one who lives

You wanna get up, let go, I said no
You wanna get up, let go
You wanna get up, let go, I said no
You wanna get up, let go

There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole
Its so far from your weapon, the place you were born
There a bullet in my pocket burning a hole
You're so far from your weapon and you wanna go home

You wanna get up, let go, I said no
You wanna get up, let go
You wanna get up, let go, I said no
You wanna get up, let go







(This is an RP journal for the character Dean Winchester. Solely for fun and tomfoolery, not for any kind of profit. No harm intended. Both muse and mun are over 18. A bio can be found here)

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