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God God God They've taken my voice Or I gave it away Was there ever a choice? Did I decide one cold night To sell my tongue For the heat Of a place by the fire That coveted seat I stand in the back Wrap my hands around my neck Feel the blood beneath my fingers And watch the ship wreck Never a scream Never a sound I am buried in silence And kept safe underground
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Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 6:45 PM UTC
Quiet
God God God They've taken my voice Or I gave it away Was there ever a choice? Did I decide one cold night To sell my tongue For the heat Of a place by the fire That coveted seat I stand in the back Wrap my hands around my neck Feel the blood beneath my fingers And watch the ship wreck Never a scream Never a sound I am buried in silence And kept safe underground
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Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 6:45 PM UTC
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