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Low

If only i had one more
Trade my leather for twenty
Silent hill made to dread me
Number nine indent penny
Truth be told and law uphold
Tourists know nothing
Im afraid ill die laughing
Let me breathe abit longer for something
Okay there is treaty i have a dvd player ill be witty.
Low as well as you if richer say i do
How does a thief make head so impossible
I dont know ill just stay celebate
As for soul she sleeps elevated
Mine is less richer, i die and live dead. Sow,  i have none. I want this fear of dying to stop.
Frequency is not full time occupancy
To monitor a real disease
Therefore arrest that killer
he and she are illfame dealers
Story has to start inside a room
With paper and pen
Investigated by Corprol men
I by law cannot accomplish
Let the blue light surrounder her and score purple poradge
I dont care anymore, i dread. I dread.



Angleliki Psyhopoulos
Written by Angeliki (Angela Psyhopoulos)
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