Blinds
I breathe in smoke to sustain the day
I swallow fire to keep the night away
I twist and pull but the light bleeds through
When the light is blinding the dark will have to do
I may not win I may not kneel
I may begin to molder
I maybe sin I maybe steal
And I am growing older still
They keep me locked up in here
They keep me trembling
I played my ace high straight flush
The pot was empty
I swallow fire to keep the night away
I twist and pull but the light bleeds through
When the light is blinding the dark will have to do
I may not win I may not kneel
I may begin to molder
I maybe sin I maybe steal
And I am growing older still
They keep me locked up in here
They keep me trembling
I played my ace high straight flush
The pot was empty
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Writer(s): Emmett Hercule Lafave
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