Amost

I can almost smell you here
Your stale cigarettes and beer
Filthy underwear on the floor
Sweaty sheets and your filthy whore
Then me

I can almost feel you here
When I dream about the fear
I want you to know
No more living low
For me

I can almost see you dead
No sad tears will be shed
When they put you in the ground
What you put out comes around
To you

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