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Fly Free My Pretty Monkey

Like a black rose in the rain with withered petals and stem in pain open your mouth and not your brain and it gets you hated I've said too much and drank too little to cure me of this mindless spittle I need a bullet deep inside my skull my throat like sand so dry inside kill yourself to feel alive and wait a round to see if now's your time time to live or time to die time to let the monkeys fly so free like birds that you wish you could be to soar so high above the sky with wind your only alibi your heart never a need to cry and will to be all that you can be forever free

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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