Long Nights
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Long Nights
Left alone in the cold buried deep down in the soul feet burning heads shaking, my love awakens, heart starts a breaking, Thinking becomes devastating, Rhymes sound like chimes, A big waste of time, Mama cooks on Saturday Nights suspecting to eat good tonight but it seems to just be onions and rice I think I'll just go to bed starving tonight, Maybe I'll just have a drink and sit quite but the box seems as empty as my pancreas's I just feel like dying inside..
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