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Dov Leon

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3 AM with a drip
And a sharp knife
All alone in a room
With a bright light
All the blood sweat and tears from The last nine
Talking white coats as your body Enters fight or flight
Fading out like the sun in a dark sky
Holding on by the thread of
A high kite
Bearing down noones there
To say it's alright
Miracle coming forth
From your own bloodline
Little Annie was a good girl
Ignorant to all the evils hiding in
The woods girl
Parents had a credit card
Filling up her black pearl
Passing by the others in her class
Sails unfurled
One day at school
Johnny Jones started
Writing Annie notes
Leaving flowers in her locker
Tied with pink and red bows
The way the story goes
They started off slow
But after years of being on and off
Just let it flow
They were feeling the starvation
And gave in to the sensation
After time went by she told him
Heres the situation
He said he had to go into the kitchen
A couple bottles down
Looking for some liberation
He floated out the back door
Made war with the floor
Broke the silence as he
Ran into his mothers Encore
Little Annie watched him as
He drove away
A slimy little eel with no bones
In his vertebrae
3 AM with a drip
And a sharp knife
All alone in a room
With a bright light
All the blood sweat and tears from The last nine
Talking white coats as your body Enters fight or flight
Fading out like the sun in a dark sky
Holding on by the thread of
A high kite
Bearing down noones there
To say it's alright
Miracle coming forth
From your own bloodline
It's just insane
The way these guys run away
Then try to tell the whole world
That they're brave
Sit down cause you got
Nothing to say
She tried to call him and text him
She needed someone masculine
A man that she could
Lean on for support
Her skin was wearing thin
Her father was the only one
Who took it on the chin
A gangster to the core
He was there when they
Were little kids
Breath slow breath slow
He said its almost over
Breath slow breath slow
We need your heart rate lower
Breath slow breath slow
I think I see the shoulder
Breath slow breath slow
What a beauty can I hold her
A man who sticks around
With hurricane force winds
Can turn a town around
More than your money and gin
If juice is what im poring
Then it's prolly for my kid
You talk a lot of s**t for
Somebody who's just partyin
3 AM with a drip
And a sharp knife
All alone in a room
With a bright light
All the blood sweat and tears from The last nine
Talking white coats as your body Enters fight or flight
Fading out like the sun in a dark sky
Holding on by the thread of
A high kite
Bearing down noones there
To say it's alright
Miracle coming forth
From your own bloodline
Miracle coming forth
From your own bloodline

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