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It’s a pill from your mouth to mind. A cure that only words can find. It drips in my ear drowns out the fear listens to what I want to hear and at the end of the day it’s not what you do but all that you say that saves this soul so give me the the thrill in heart shaped pills that tell us what we could feel Cuz I’m ill, I’m ill and you heal, you heal and with lips you try to feel what a heart can’t **** but don’t do don’t try you’ll fail I’ll die just let it be let a bleeding heart lie.
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Jun 18, 2011
Jun 18, 2011 at 7:20 AM UTC
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It’s a pill from your mouth to mind. A cure that only words can find. It drips in my ear drowns out the fear listens to what I want to hear and at the end of the day it’s not what you do but all that you say that saves this soul so give me the the thrill in heart shaped pills that tell us what we could feel Cuz I’m ill, I’m ill and you heal, you heal and with lips you try to feel what a heart can’t **** but don’t do don’t try you’ll fail I’ll die just let it be let a bleeding heart lie.
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Jun 18, 2011
Jun 18, 2011 at 7:20 AM UTC
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