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| Dafremen |
He folds his hands in his lap His head falls down Between shoulders And though you may not be fully Aware of it That's the scent of a dying man He takes the 5 o clock bus And hopes the rush Will not be as thick today As the hands and faces yesterday Seemed to be She holds her hands to her head Starts screaming and falls Upon the floor there And though you may not fully Agree with this That's the scream of a heavy heart She grabs the blade in her hand And hopes her man Won't interrupt sweet release Much sweeter than yesterday Seemed to be She thinks she's got it now But then she's gone. There ain't no way in sin I'd ever do this thing again Truth might hurt But it ain't never hurt this way If I'm ever aiming then To play the masochist again Won't you shoot me in the face And walk away? |
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