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I'd sell my soul for an ice cold coke
I'd sell my soul for an ice cold coke
I don't care about the pain
I'd do it over and over again
Give me sugar, give me sweets
I'd give anything for those sugary treats
I'm sick of water its just to bland
I order you to put a coke in my hand
Stuff the sickness, Stuff the pain
Here I am saying it again
I'd sell my soul for an ice cold coke
Even if its the last drink I drink and it makes me choke!
I don't care about the pain
I'd do it over and over again
Give me sugar, give me sweets
I'd give anything for those sugary treats
I'm sick of water its just to bland
I order you to put a coke in my hand
Stuff the sickness, Stuff the pain
Here I am saying it again
I'd sell my soul for an ice cold coke
Even if its the last drink I drink and it makes me choke!
Published 28th Aug 2010
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28th Aug 2010 7:38pm
If anyone is interested here is a bit of back story to this poem. I have had chronic rectsia for 7 years and have been in alot of pain. We only found out what the sickness was this year and started treatment but with the treatment I cant have sugar or caffeine. Every day after I had taken the dogs for a walk around the farm I used to have a coke but now I cant. the title came about when after one such walk my mum offered me a glass of water and I replied "I'd sell my soul for an ice cold coke."
