stripped down and the ground is so damp
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and the trees look around for the sunlight they mention.
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Tears fall from the mildew of morning
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so dust cannot live when it's placed in its hands by the ocean
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it can dream of becoming glass like the sand.
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Flames dance on the wall in the house that is dead
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scared of what it's becoming
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as water laughs at the heat that's emitted
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now a flame cannot burn when it's starved of the air
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that a human must breath in order to hear it's own lies.
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See the place where I'm bound
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We'll take these comforts so I may drown.
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dig out all my shame leave the dirt for the world to gain.
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Rain falls like a bullet that's fired from a gun that is wet
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'cause it's unprotected now
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rust forms in the barrel now.
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You've had the chance but your mind is gone
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and the rust erodes away under your skin.
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Well I am on my hands and knees!
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Bite The Hand
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| Beanbag |
