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Vladimir Guerrero Alvino Sr. (born February 9, 1975), nicknamed "Vlad the Impaler", is a Dominican former professional baseball player who spent 16 seasons in Major League Baseball (MLB) as a right fielder and designated hitter. He played for the Montreal Expos (1996–2003), Anaheim Angels / Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim (2004–2009), Texas Rangers (2010), and Baltimore Orioles (2011).A nine-time All-Star, Guerrero was widely recognized for his impressive offensive production — regularly hitting for power and average — as well as his defensive range and strong throwing arm. In 2004, he was voted the American League (AL) Most Valuable Player (MVP). Guerrero helped lead the Angels to five AL West championships between 2004 and 2009 and was voted one of the most f… more »

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Wet eyes, bad times
Silent cries, poison skies
Lows are highs, lower lows
Pretty much all that's known and
One rises, one dies while one lies in the earth
Can I pick a side
C-Can I pick a side
What's holy moves slowly
Don't ask cause that's nosy
These demons they know me
Move fast and move boldly
It feels like they hold me
With fingers enclosing
They sting but feel coldly
They feel coldly
On a night like this in August I felt free
Like nobody was thinking of me
Nobody drinking for me
I didn't cross another's mind
It's just me and my thoughts
And what's mine
Other times I feel distant
Locked in mental prisons I built myself
Parts of me I killed myself
It's so divine
Letting people pass like time
Like plastic they'll be there a while
Drawing their own lines and conclusions
Why'd we make it so confusing
This life, this life, this life
It's like why's everything moving
I don't mean breathing, there's a difference
But it's opposite of soothing
This life, this life
And I blame myself for trying
Blame myself for tying my whole life up
Trying to seem high up
I don't feel cool, I feel tired
I just feel tired
It's so divine
Letting people pass like time
Like plastic they'll be there a while
Drawing their own lines and conclusions
Why'd we make it so confusing
This life, this life, this life
It's like why's everything moving
I don't mean breathing, there's a difference
But it's opposite of soothing
This life, this life

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