i never want to see you
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in the raw and searing flesh
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i don't ever want to hear you
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singing softly to the dead
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i never want to feel your skin
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running warm along my side
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i don't ever want to sink that way again
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it would be easier to die
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to die
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i'm tending the parts of my frustrations
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burning leaves on buried dreams
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kneeling in to rake the ashes
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i'm in the rain, it's colder out
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my hands are free,
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my lungs are proud
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your forgivness is a failing fiction
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your forgivness is a failing fiction
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these flames have never burned so high
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i won't be starting in your eyes
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i'm trying hard to remember
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the way the smoke drifts through the air
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we'll all be dead come november
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four months out of every year
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every year
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(every year)
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i won't be staring in your eyes
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every year
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The Raw And Searing Flesh
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| Lawrence Arms |
