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I sold my soul for nickles and dimes, and a ride to Mississippi where i learned how to die
with my conscious also known as my enemy
I made sure to bury my past, deep down in the ocean of the tall dead grass
only to return when i meet my end again
Here they come
Here I come
chasing circles in my black hole mind, only finding broken clocks i must have run out of time
the beginning looks so much like the end
There I go rambling on a bench, trying to fix the world with a broken wrench
only to discover its already as good as it gets
Here they come
Here i come
and i said...
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I give up
01:35
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and if you fade away
things would just stay the same
if i said your name in vein
would you wake up from your grave?
as you slowly kiss my lips
while i gently touch your hip
as we dance until the sun burns out again
as you were burning out
i saw you disappear into the clouds
acid rain came down
and i tasted you in my mouth
as you slowly kiss my lips
while i gently touch your hip
as we dance until the sun burns out again
as you burned my tongue
i remembered when we were young
the world seems so much bigger when you're dumb
and i watched you die
with nothing in your eye
and the world seems so much bigger when you're dumb
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