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Heart Burn
Undigested past still gives me heart-burn.
And if insane was a lesson, then I might learn.
I've spent my life running in circles. So that I always made the right turn.
Now I'm tired of running on bended knees.
Then picking the scabs so that I might bleed.
With sacrificing to death so that I might have life....pleas.
Well if it's a pound of my flesh then I've paid the price at least.
And if insane was a lesson, then I might learn.
I've spent my life running in circles. So that I always made the right turn.
Now I'm tired of running on bended knees.
Then picking the scabs so that I might bleed.
With sacrificing to death so that I might have life....pleas.
Well if it's a pound of my flesh then I've paid the price at least.
Published 14th Jul 2013
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