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Heroin


The smoke, the taste from tower 10

A hook up ,with beauty of heroin 

My body cracked from joy and tense

 I can't leave , its love and hence

Trepidation from words they rant 

Blustery of fear screaming that I can't

Oh the smoke the taste the heroin 

It's my docility,the pain that its a sin

A fish can't leave a trap in a weel  

 And we can't band heroin that we steal 

I forgot the way of how it feels 

Cuz it was never me and was never real 

And  we keep hiding the pleasure from fear 

Then show it in a sudden with some tears 

 Cuz you never knew that it will heal

Every sloven day and every word you hear 

Oh the smoke the taste the heroin

I knew I'll be bound to a powders smell

When you can never show and never tell

Cuz it's the charm of the colors 

And the grace of trying the better

Oh right when I discovered that freedom got a taste 

I sigh on every day that i waste 

Cuz I discovered freedom with a dance 

But i left in fear and groveled then ran

Oh the smoke the taste the heroin 

But now I'm an addict to freedom

 
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