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  1. Dazine

From the album XX Years of Sin

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 Verse I
I have a mouth it needs to speak; I’m now to share some of my beliefs
If you care I’ll unwind, I’ll open my heart you look inside
It’s cunning and it is kind, and it will always beat in time
Always feeds no piece of mind, all thanks to the creator of the dazine
The dazine...
Verse II
I’m like a cat I’ve had nine lives, I am the mess after the dive
I’m what the scheme left behind, but all and all I feel divine
And all I can is bind; these things that make me loose my mind
So all will see what’s left inside, all thanks to the creator of the dazine
 Oh! It is something a little terrifying if you’d like to listen
It sends a chill down my spine... all the time...
Verse III
So now I take myself out, to rather slap you in the mouth
Cause all your disgrace inside, heaths room for me
It’s mine, mine, mine, mine, mine!
And all you loathe and fear, that never again it will never be clear
Always un-free, no piece of mind, All thanks to the creator of the dazine.

Written & composed by Ronnie LeBlanc 1990 - 2016 © All Rights Reserved