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These days I've been smoking more I sit behind my house on the floor You probably haven't noticed or even care, you're living your life while I have time to spare Wearing all black like I'm ready for someones funeral But don't ask me if I am, its rhetorical Cigarette in one hand, head in the other Trying to find a purpose is actually quite tougher Than just becoming a ghost, an invisible But walking with a ghost by my side is typical Whispering like dead children from the grave Putting thoughts into my head like a shockwave Whatever, I'll just ignore it anyways Had enough of this ******** for 365 days
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 2:39 AM UTC
CHILDREN OF THE GRAVE
These days I've been smoking more I sit behind my house on the floor You probably haven't noticed or even care, you're living your life while I have time to spare Wearing all black like I'm ready for someones funeral But don't ask me if I am, its rhetorical Cigarette in one hand, head in the other Trying to find a purpose is actually quite tougher Than just becoming a ghost, an invisible But walking with a ghost by my side is typical Whispering like dead children from the grave Putting thoughts into my head like a shockwave Whatever, I'll just ignore it anyways Had enough of this ******** for 365 days
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 2:39 AM UTC
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