Give Brooke black book.
Took a pill, I shook.
Help me, she will drown.
Then, she cannot climb down.
Her wings, tied behind her back.
Her mind, it will attack.
R a z o r blades, they have sharp t o n g u e s.
The black water, it invades her lungs.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 12:55 PM UTC
Give Brooke black book.
Took a pill, I shook.
Help me, she will drown.
Then, she cannot climb down.
Her wings, tied behind her back.
Her mind, it will attack.
R a z o r blades, they have sharp t o n g u e s.
The black water, it invades her lungs.
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