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Death Row

I look for my soul
I search for my heart
All I see is a hole
All there is, is the dark
There is nothing to see
There is nothing there
I look into me
Just sit there and stare
I’m just slowly dying
Of that I am certain
I sit there waiting
For the draw of my curtain
Nowhere I belong
Nowhere to go
Nothing is wrong
As I wait on death row.





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