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He said :- This love's a place I cannot live and the prison I can't escape, for my love you freely sacrificed and my dreams you nightly **** You are the pillow on my face you are the needle in my arm, you are the bullet in the brain and the pills within my palm. But I could never hate you babe I could truly ner' be free, for you are the rhyme and rythmn that flows inside of me. So I am holding on and digging in holding you and holding ground, for I know you feel the same way babe at having me around. So plump the pillow roll my sleeve aim straight and swollow hard, and when we play the hand we're dealt I will be your joker card. So holding on to promises holding ground whilst holding you, I will take life's slings and arrows and see this sentence through.
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Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 8:06 AM UTC
A willing prisoner
He said :- This love's a place I cannot live and the prison I can't escape, for my love you freely sacrificed and my dreams you nightly **** You are the pillow on my face you are the needle in my arm, you are the bullet in the brain and the pills within my palm. But I could never hate you babe I could truly ner' be free, for you are the rhyme and rythmn that flows inside of me. So I am holding on and digging in holding you and holding ground, for I know you feel the same way babe at having me around. So plump the pillow roll my sleeve aim straight and swollow hard, and when we play the hand we're dealt I will be your joker card. So holding on to promises holding ground whilst holding you, I will take life's slings and arrows and see this sentence through.
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Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 8:06 AM UTC
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