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Stone Cold

Because I could not issue for storm

Roi Lance
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Stone cold
In a mission to retain some feelings
It's empty in there
Maybe the pills
Maybe my cell
I don't get it
I confess I was lost in the pages you wrote
Greeting me to something else
There you went
Down to where we want to go
Out of our house
You rolled a cigarette
And I looked at your face.
Waited in there
Alone
And all my death beds.
I was praised for losing
Like a painter
Waddling into long ago
Let me
All The way
Out of our house
Alone to be
Running in there
Run by run
Taste and leave
I'll wait for you there.
Like a soldier after a friend
I will help
I will Never Forget
And I can't even begin to get
Why Is that

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