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Casket
Laying in this casket, buried deep under
Dark skies; raging with lightning and thunder
There’s no coming back, I’m staying under
Time to waste now, just idling my time
In my right hand I’m turning my last dime
Gone to soon, I’m still in my prime
Laying in this casket, buried deep under
Dark skies; raging with lightning and thunder
There’s no coming back, I’m staying under
Days and nights thinking of a life I could’ve had
If only I had stayed good and never gone bad
Plenty of time to think about it, no point in being sad
Laying in this casket, buried deep under
Dark skies; raging with lightning and thunder
There’s no coming back, I’m staying under
The stench in here is rotten: I could do with some fresh air
If I ever get my life back, I will do better next time, I swear
I continue to recite and repeat my forever wishful prayer
Laying in this casket, buried deep under
Dark skies; raging with lightning and thunder
There’s no coming back, I’m staying under
Laying in this casket, buried deep under
Dark skies; raging with lightning and thunder
There’s no coming back, I’m staying under
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Indiana Shaw
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