6.Dancehall
Sometimes i think that
life is just a game.
I get the urge to jump
in front of a moving train.
But like some kind of sick joke
You keep me alive.
Everytime i pass out
you're there to revive.
But when i die, cremate me.
Turn my ashes into dimonds
and turn those shining dimonds
into a crystal ball.
Make it the centrepiece,
Glimmering and shimmering,
Spinning from the ceiling,
In the iddle of the dancehall.
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