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Drown
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The water is filling;
Filling my lungs,
I'm going under,
no speaking of tounges.
A force upon me,
refusing air.
Refusing to live
and refusing to care.
No more life,
it's all gone still,
The ending of breathing
and it's oxygened thrill.
I'm floating dead on your liquid of Wo,
I tend to lye dead on your H2O.
Filling my lungs,
I'm going under,
no speaking of tounges.
A force upon me,
refusing air.
Refusing to live
and refusing to care.
No more life,
it's all gone still,
The ending of breathing
and it's oxygened thrill.
I'm floating dead on your liquid of Wo,
I tend to lye dead on your H2O.
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