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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=112145" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Taste Of Medicine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sky is low and the clouds are mean<br>His mood burns like kerosene<br>The air seems charged with a special qualm<br>It feels like fahrenheit four five one, four five one<br>Malice burns like a constant pain<br>It will never be the same again<br>Her body is tense to the touch of fear<br>The terror screams ring my ears, pure and clear, pure and clear<br>It sends a shiver down my spine<br>Through these walls I hear her whine<br>It sends a shiver down my spine<br>I lost faith in humankind<br>A throbbing sound, a suffering voice, pleading on and on and on<br>A taste of your medicine, a taste of your medicine<br>The worms were severed in his head<br>I tried to think of what, of what they said<br>The cleaving currents of dispute<br>Now leave you with a bad repute, another one, another one<br>You set your seam with your hands<br>The giving comes, the taking ends, the talking hands<br>It sends a shiver down my spine<br>Through these walls I hear her whine<br>It sends a shiver down my spine<br>I lost faith in humankind<br>She shouts, screams and cries; its not his fault, keep him here<br>Come , hurry , run, run,<br>A taste of your medicine, a taste of your medicine</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Xymox - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=112145" data-title="Taste Of Medicine" data-description="The sky is low and the clouds are mean His mood burns like kerosene The air seems charged with a special qualm It feels like fahrenheit four five one, four five one Malice burns like a constant pain It will never be the same again Her body is tens..."></div> </div> </div>
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