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Feb 2012
I heard you play roulette like the Russians do
manic moon high like platinum barrels rushing to
temples, pick up a silver revolver and pull the trigger, I'm about to
it's the last thing that I'd do if i was sober, no I'm not high who's asking you
things in slow motion move way too fast, and it was over before i realized the fifth had played and i was last
dying, learned a life lesson as you snickered and i cracked
the sixth person in Russian roulette always loses
even if five men have his back
(snap)
(back into reality overtake the gravity wipe the sweat from my face and pick my self up off the floor)
(looks like I'm not playing Russian roulette in my mind anymore)
all lines in ( ) added as an afterthought and im debating whether or not to keep them*
Joseph the Dreamer
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Joseph the Dreamer  clarkston ga
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