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DonatePrivateId: 17718.02.2009
By:  GHKadmin  
Stoned.
Can’t see much my eyes are red
What’s that oozing on the bed
Is it blood am I dead
I remember someone moving my bones
I think they’ve got me cloned

Are my legs still there feeling quiet numb
Try to turn over looking a bit glum
There they are I’m going dumb
Every part aches and groans
I think they’ve got me cloned

Something’s dripping onto the floor
Winding its way out of the door
They’ve hit me again one more score
I feel like I’ve been loaned
I think they’ve got me cloned

I remember smoking something strange
Given to me in part exchange
That’s why my body feels rearranged
I thought I’d been cloned
Its okay I must have got stoned
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