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I wept to see and spilled away |
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I'd hoped to grow some love that day |
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But then to feel my fingers dead |
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I had to grow with just my head |
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An ocean hums on moaning |
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Waves inside the purple cardboard veins of |
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A sad man dripping milk down a drain |
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Beneath some concrete piles I meet the green |
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Of a smile and he's bubbling inside with a stomach |
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Of fire sings deja vu I'll make you beautiful |
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And sells whales to girls who skin themselves every morning |
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I saw a ribcage filled with garbage underneath a concrete forest |
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Asphalt's endless signs with questions that with ghosts inside car engines |
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My lovely sin is bubbling while shell crash waves from out a gun |
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A little light shut clamp and after all what I should need is just some sleep |
