Im doped with your absenceI am back to my old saddle of bluesthe old monk left me emptywith my grateful consciencei got to pay his sackfor another come backoh see! the sky is blueim still such a prick to pay my duesthe winter has passed bywith the fading memories of youyou leave your phone wid ur loving sisterwho are under your fingers you leave your dirty panty underneath my bedit smells like the nights we had spentOh! OH! I am doped with your absenceI am bound to the borderwhere savage soldiers shoot the loverhere comes the februaryyou got your salaryyou left me as if i am gonna ask you to buy a drinkyou are a big girl nowyou can't wait for me a secondlove is indeed a scarifice they saybut this heart never agreesbye my fine big girlim doped with your absenceyou are a mama's big girl now..let me lie downwhile my galloping beats of heartis bound to my old saddle of bluesthe ride is going to be smooth... Ronid Chingangbam
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