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Just because I feel the pain of pain Just because I seem to use my brain That don't mean I'm not just as maimed That don't mean a thing Just because my flesh is on the bone My mouth moves, it's screaming on the phone That don't mean there's somebody home That don't mean a thing No one feels me When I reach them, my hands pass through I'm dead, too Just like you Open up and I pour the liquid in What a waste of oranges and gin Wash away my puddle full of sin I don't taste a thing Just because I'm still this side of ground That don't mean I'm not breaking down De-composing, erasing every sound I don't hear a thing Cut my body Break my fingers Tear up my brain I'm dead, too Just like you Think you're the only one underneath the stone could be somebody? Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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