Half drowned in these holes
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We've dug for ourselves
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How far have these days taken us
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We rest on the backs
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Of treaded paths
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And encircle the ghost
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Of used we used
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There's death
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In these cluthed hands
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These words our bricks
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And so we build our fortresses
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The past into our chests
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Let me become whole this time
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And carry warmth
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Instead carry ice in my ribs
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Or bury me now to prove
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I neve set foot from this grave
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Birthplace And Burial Site
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| As Hope Dies |
