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Bluelight Crew
Like a note held in a gospel choir
I feel the pressure build inside
I feel the burn inside my mind
Like the pregnant blaze of a funeral pyre
Surfing the flames as it tickles my heels
Building the throbbing dull my senses
Like a buckshot blast of a heroin shot
Relieving the tension of an unknown guilt
I feel the pressure build inside
I feel the burn inside my mind
Like the pregnant blaze of a funeral pyre
Surfing the flames as it tickles my heels
Building the throbbing dull my senses
Like a buckshot blast of a heroin shot
Relieving the tension of an unknown guilt
