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Calcutta, India

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I drop to the floor like I did before Stop watching I'm coughing I can't be more What I want and what I need are at constant war Like a well full of poison a rotten core The blood goes thin the fever stings And I shake from the hell that the habits bring Let the sick ones down the bells will ring Put pennies on the eyes let the dead men sing