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These Days On The Day You Come

      He doesn't hide the monkey
        much these days
     Guess they are on first name basis
        these days anyway
     Points, get the shovel
        fast lane these days  
     Such a fucking pig
        not much sleep these days
     This life slipping through my hands
        these days turned out
     nothing like I planned
        Slow fate running with junkies
     control, slowly slipping away
         these days...

Memories are fading on the day you come
It's hardly worth debating
Drink your potion from poison cup
The damage has been done on the day you come
Sense of dread clawing, don't drink from poison cup
Creeping agitated a baby monkey, craving
Feeling dependent waiting, on the day you come
Written by Carpe_Noctem
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