pranam abbi Poems

I needed a hit, reduction of the temptation
That would need me to kill, I was so ill
Blood thirst, virgin kill, closer to tihar, solitary padded cell
That was my aim in life
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"I don't see it coming, I feel it coming
When they shut the windows, I hear the voices coming
Even when the room is padded with egg stacks, I can hear them speaking
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The golden light awakens him
Frosting his bone
Expansion of the metallic piston
To the scorching rays of North
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I've got the blues
Oh, babe, I've got the blues
Ohh, I've got the blues
For me and you
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