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We sit in a circle We're playing Russian Roulette With life And I think you're going to lose You light it up Take a hit And in that moment I see what your life could be Forever And I. Don't. Want it. You pass it over I take a hit And the acrid taste Does not make me feel Any different I sit in silence And watch you smile And you think you've won But really, we've both lost You the game, and I, you.
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC
Paulie's Room on a Sunday
We sit in a circle We're playing Russian Roulette With life And I think you're going to lose You light it up Take a hit And in that moment I see what your life could be Forever And I. Don't. Want it. You pass it over I take a hit And the acrid taste Does not make me feel Any different I sit in silence And watch you smile And you think you've won But really, we've both lost You the game, and I, you.
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC
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