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Pipe
Contributed by
LevyMetal
on
Thursday, 16th June 2005 @ 07:35:20 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Asleep, the sound
It seems so sound
The volume blaires up
I pry it down
You better not try to heal me
Firm, this nature
I sit upon this nature
Grab the hype
Stand with a legislature
Bang, i pound
Whats that SOUND!?
THE VOLUME BLARES
The system works
I often found
A spare key in my pocket
The neighbors are screaming
Im lost for the moment
I often...found....TURN IT DOWN!!!!!!!!!
I can not think
I can not hear myself think
These voices keep pulling me down
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LevyMetal
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2005-06-16 19:35:20]
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Re: Pipe
(User Rating: 1 )
by Rikki on
Thursday, 16th June 2005 @ 11:15:45 PM AEST
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| I visualized a situation I once encountered in high school. Nice work. |
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