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Jun 2011
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.
Written by
Tam Ly
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