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A Deadly Grief
I have a sensation,
I have a feeling of fancy attention.
Is it a sensation of attraction?
Or a simple memorization?
I can feel it,
I can peel it,
From my brain and heart.
But can I forget it from veins and arteries.
The fire is on,
The lights get off,
But the night seems darkness,
And a shadow of Silent news.
I was tracing the faces,
And counting the pieces,
Oh you here but can't go there,
My veins are cold.
My blood gets old.
I am walking alone in lane.
I am shouting alone in plane.
The countdown starts.
And the plain takes off,
The train says me bye.
But I gives hi-fi.
The station turns black,
The people turns blue,
And I turn to back,
And I see a face,
I see a figure.
Holding a Starbuck,
Waiting for a bhule rush,
I got stuck,
And feel a pain.
A simple sensation,
Turns me to a insane station.
I have a feeling of fancy attention.
Is it a sensation of attraction?
Or a simple memorization?
I can feel it,
I can peel it,
From my brain and heart.
But can I forget it from veins and arteries.
The fire is on,
The lights get off,
But the night seems darkness,
And a shadow of Silent news.
I was tracing the faces,
And counting the pieces,
Oh you here but can't go there,
My veins are cold.
My blood gets old.
I am walking alone in lane.
I am shouting alone in plane.
The countdown starts.
And the plain takes off,
The train says me bye.
But I gives hi-fi.
The station turns black,
The people turns blue,
And I turn to back,
And I see a face,
I see a figure.
Holding a Starbuck,
Waiting for a bhule rush,
I got stuck,
And feel a pain.
A simple sensation,
Turns me to a insane station.
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