Fell Low Down

Half past noon

With colors going down

Afternoon aound

I favor my own tongue

Still begin to doubt

 

Gratify my mind

Marijuana will slow down the time

I decide to pay no fine

 

A hollow shout

With no heart

Just to drive you out

You were right all along

 

I'm no different than any other man

 

 

 

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