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Off with my head You heard what I said I’m beginning to feel, like I’m already dead Laying face down, in a pool colored red With all of this pain Sticks like a stain When can I shelter, from all of this rain Oh **** here it comes again Off with my head You heard what I said I’m beginning to feel, like I’m already dead Wondering if I’ll ever, get tobreak bread These lips are dry, and need to be fed Plate full of food, threw it out instead This is a feeling, I’m beginning to dread Off with my head You heard what I said I’m beginning to feel, like I’m already dead I’ve already bled No more tears to shed Wrong paths I’ve led Nothing more that hasn’t, already been said So, off with this head You know what I said I’m beginning to realize, I’m already dead
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Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 5:19 AM UTC
Off With My Head
Off with my head You heard what I said I’m beginning to feel, like I’m already dead Laying face down, in a pool colored red With all of this pain Sticks like a stain When can I shelter, from all of this rain Oh **** here it comes again Off with my head You heard what I said I’m beginning to feel, like I’m already dead Wondering if I’ll ever, get tobreak bread These lips are dry, and need to be fed Plate full of food, threw it out instead This is a feeling, I’m beginning to dread Off with my head You heard what I said I’m beginning to feel, like I’m already dead I’ve already bled No more tears to shed Wrong paths I’ve led Nothing more that hasn’t, already been said So, off with this head You know what I said I’m beginning to realize, I’m already dead
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max-chisholm
Canadian
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 5:19 AM UTC
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