As they laid
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my bones down at the crossroads, I saw my ghost
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sell my soul to the inferno for petrol to get home.
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Now each day
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I sink a bit faster into my father's fate.
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Four packs a day. Four decades straight.
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Right to an unmarked grave.
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I used to think it would sleep <i>[x3]
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As I laid
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My cross down at the bones beneath my feet
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She came. The face of a saint. The voice of a sympathy.
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She says "The future will be devoid of weaknesses."
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Free cigarettes for all the kids to make small skeletons.
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I used to think it would sleep <i>[x3]
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I used to think as I aged with time that it would shut it's eyes and just let me be.
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Then I'd seen it's designs to kill and hide deceitfully inside my skin.
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I've been hunting it ever since.
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Small Skeletal
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| Crime In Stereo |
